Lyrisches im Shakspere, Том 209Ackermann, 1881 - 161 стор. |
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... singt es sich gleichsam selbst ; und dies wirft einen weiteren melancholischen Reiz über diese Stelle , denn die Abwesenheit der hymeneischen Feste galt schon im Alterthum für eine üble Vorbedeutung , und so bewährt sie sich hier ...
... singt es sich gleichsam selbst ; und dies wirft einen weiteren melancholischen Reiz über diese Stelle , denn die Abwesenheit der hymeneischen Feste galt schon im Alterthum für eine üble Vorbedeutung , und so bewährt sie sich hier ...
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... horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a headless bear , sometime a fire ; And neigh , and bark , and grunt , and roar , and burn , Like horse , hound , hog , bear , fire , at every turn . Act III , 1 , 128 f . singt Bottom 74.
... horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a headless bear , sometime a fire ; And neigh , and bark , and grunt , and roar , and burn , Like horse , hound , hog , bear , fire , at every turn . Act III , 1 , 128 f . singt Bottom 74.
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Wilhelm Steuerwald. Act III , 1 , 128 f . singt Bottom ein volksthümliches Lied , in dem ausser einer Reihe anderer Bewohner der Luft auch wieder des Kuckuk gedacht ist : The ousel cock so black of hue , With orange - tawny bill , The ...
Wilhelm Steuerwald. Act III , 1 , 128 f . singt Bottom ein volksthümliches Lied , in dem ausser einer Reihe anderer Bewohner der Luft auch wieder des Kuckuk gedacht ist : The ousel cock so black of hue , With orange - tawny bill , The ...
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... singt : Up and down , up and down , I will lead them up and down : I am fear'd in field and town : Goblin , lead them up and down . Der Rhythmus dieser Verse und das Refrainartige lassen durchfühlen , dass sie von irgend einer lustigen ...
... singt : Up and down , up and down , I will lead them up and down : I am fear'd in field and town : Goblin , lead them up and down . Der Rhythmus dieser Verse und das Refrainartige lassen durchfühlen , dass sie von irgend einer lustigen ...
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... singt Sir Toby den ersten Vers der Ballade mit obigem Refrain : There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady . « Percy hat in seine Reliques nur die obige ( erste ) Stanze aufgenommen , da er die ganze Ballade für ein armseliges Machwerk ...
... singt Sir Toby den ersten Vers der Ballade mit obigem Refrain : There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady . « Percy hat in seine Reliques nur die obige ( erste ) Stanze aufgenommen , da er die ganze Ballade für ein armseliges Machwerk ...
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Сторінка 81 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
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