| Friedrich Schiller - 1800 - 228 Seiten
...with might j And flie flings out her voice to the darkfome night,. Her bofom is fwelling with furrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wifh for beneath the fky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was... | |
| 1842 - 590 Seiten
...meeting early on the morrow, the young couple parted. They never met again in this world. CHAP. II. Thou holy one, call thy child away! I've lived and...was to-day, Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow. SCHILLER'S WaUenstein. The following morning, about the time she expected Rowe, Martha Beynon received... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 450 Seiten
...and melancholy symphony, she falls gradually into the music and sings. The billows they tumblf with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to...sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There*s nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved,... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 Seiten
...doth gather, the greenwood roar, The (],itn-i:l paces along the shore; The billow» they tumble with brȏz/ Tliere's nothing lo wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I 're lived and... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 Seiten
...ehe ffings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her boeora и swelling with sorrow; The world it и { 宯# iqs d ! I Ve lived and loved, and that was to-tiny — Make ready my gravAlothes to-morrow.» SCENE Vu. COUNT-IBS... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1833 - 348 Seiten
...did continually, that mournful song of Thecla. The world it is empty, the heart will die, There 'a nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One,...and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to morrow. Such was the early and melancholy close of a young life of the loveliest promise. The severe... | |
| 1834 - 358 Seiten
...cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; Tlie billows they tumble with might, with might, And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow. No. VI. The Bride of Corinth.*—This poem is too long for insertion... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 336 Seiten
...darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There 's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : . Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I 've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.1 1 I found... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 Seiten
...cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to...was to-day Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.* Th,ekla. (Spielt und singt.} Der Eichenwald brauset, die Wolkeu aiehn, Das Miigdlein wandelt an Ufers... | |
| Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 Seiten
...cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to...was to-day Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.* TJtekla. (Spieit imd singt) Der Eichenwald brauset, die Wolken ziehn, Das M^gdlein wandelt an Ufers... | |
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