Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volume 98

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Georg Westermann, 1897 - Languages, Modern
 

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Page 170 - My meaning simply is , that whatever I have tried to do in life , I have tried with all my heart to do well ; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that, in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.
Page 404 - La Pia!' Why there is a gentleness in Dante beyond all gentleness, when he is tender. It is true that, treating of the Christian Hades, or Hell, there is not much scope or site for gentleness — but who but Dante could have introduced any ' gentleness
Page 101 - The dance lead up, the dance lead down, The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown, A false and froward churl is he !" Thus sing the Fays ; — Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet song, and eager eyes The radiant show, despite the fears That to his bounding bosom rise. But soft ! the minstrelsy declines ; The morris ceases, sound the shaums ; And quick, whilst many a taper shines, The heralds rank their airy swarms.
Page 297 - Dimanche j'étais aimable, Lundi je fus autrement, Mardi je pris l'air capable, Mercredi je fis l'enfant, Jeudi je fus raisonnable, Vendredi j'eus un amant, Samedi je fus coupable, Dimanche il fut inconstant.
Page 142 - Buche .Beiträge zur Geographie der deutschen Mundarten in Form einer Kritik von Wenkers Sprachatlas des Deutschen Reiches" (1895) an die Spitze der Kritiker.
Page 341 - God's will be done ! Long for work did he seek, Work he found none. Tears on his hollow cheek Told what no tongue could speak: Why did his master break ? God's will be done!
Page 162 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 103 - The forest cleared, he winds his horn, — Rock, wood, and wave, return the din ; And soon, as though by Echo borne, His gallant Squires come pricking in. — 'Tis dusk of day; — in Eden's towers A mother o'er her infant bends, And lists, amid the whispering bowers, The sound that from the stream ascends. It comes in murmurs up the stairs, A low, a sweet, a mellow voice, And charms away the lady's cares, And bids the mother's heart rejoice. " Sleep sweetly, babe !" 't was heard to say ; " But if...
Page 103 - The wild-wood echoes to their brawl, — " Health to our King by wold and rill ! Health to our Queen in bower and hall ! " ' A sudden thought fires Musgrave's brain, — So help him all the Powers of Light, — He rushes to the festal train, And snatches up that goblet bright ! ' With three brave bounds the lawn he crossed, The fourth it seats him on his steed ;
Page 163 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afear'd To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i

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