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Die schöne litteratur Europa's in der neuesten zeit, dargestellt nach ihren ... Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff Visos knygos peržiūra - 1832 |
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Aben Humeya alten Augen bedeutendsten beiden besonders Bilder Blick Charactere Cromwell daher deutschen Dichter Didier durchaus eben eigenen Eigenthümlichkeit eigentlich einzelnen Ende endlich Erde erscheint ersten Fall fast Feinde fern fest find folgen folgenden fremd Freunde früher ganze geben geboren Gedichte Gefühl Geist giebt gleich Glück glücklich Gott großen Hand Helden Hernani Herz Himmel Hinsicht höchst hohen indem Jahre Jahrhunderts jungen Kampf Kind kleineren König konnte Kraft Krieger Land lange läßt Leben leicht Leiden letzten lich Liebe Lieder Litteratur lyrischen machen macht Mann Menge Menschen Muley Carime muß Nacht Namen Natur neue Phantasie Poesie poetischen Recht reich Roman Ruhe Ruhm Scene Seele ſeine Seite seyn ſich ſie soll Sprache stand Tage theils Tiefe tritt Unglück unserer Vater viel Volk voll vorzüglich wahr ward Weise weiß weiter Welt wenig Werke wieder will wohl Worte zeigt zurück zwei
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239 psl. - That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? No, no When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
327 psl. - With downcast eyes, and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
304 psl. - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.