Lyrisches im Shakspere, Том 209 |
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... sings , Still quiring tho the young - eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls . Ein wundervolles Bild , wieder durch Musik gehoben , erweckt unser Dichter mit nur wenigen Zeilen in der Er- zählung , durch die Oberon in A ...
... sings , Still quiring tho the young - eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls . Ein wundervolles Bild , wieder durch Musik gehoben , erweckt unser Dichter mit nur wenigen Zeilen in der Er- zählung , durch die Oberon in A ...
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... sings on yon pomegranate - tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightingale . Rom . It was the lark , the herald of the morn , Jul . No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ...
... sings on yon pomegranate - tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightingale . Rom . It was the lark , the herald of the morn , Jul . No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ...
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... singing masons building roofs of gold , The civil citizens kneading up the honey , The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate , The sad - eyed justice , with his surly hum , Delivering o'er to executors ...
... singing masons building roofs of gold , The civil citizens kneading up the honey , The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate , The sad - eyed justice , with his surly hum , Delivering o'er to executors ...
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... sing , That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring . II . Love's Labour's Lost ist besonders reich an lyrischen Einlagen . Act I , Sc . 2 , 104 beginnt Moth ...
... sing , That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring . II . Love's Labour's Lost ist besonders reich an lyrischen Einlagen . Act I , Sc . 2 , 104 beginnt Moth ...
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... sing pricket ; Some say a sore ; but not a sore , till now made sore with shooting . The dogs did yell : put L to sore , then sorel jumps from thicket ; Or pricket sore , or else sorel ; the people fall a - hooting . If sore be sore ...
... sing pricket ; Some say a sore ; but not a sore , till now made sore with shooting . The dogs did yell : put L to sore , then sorel jumps from thicket ; Or pricket sore , or else sorel ; the people fall a - hooting . If sore be sore ...
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