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... Fall of Robespierre 180 Preface to Dramatic Works 202 Remorse . A Tragedy . In Five Acts 207 The Piccolomini ; or , The First Part of Wallenstein . Drama . Translated from Schiller . A The Death of Wallenstein . A Tragedy in Five Acts ...
... Fall of Robespierre 180 Preface to Dramatic Works 202 Remorse . A Tragedy . In Five Acts 207 The Piccolomini ; or , The First Part of Wallenstein . Drama . Translated from Schiller . A The Death of Wallenstein . A Tragedy in Five Acts ...
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... Fall of Robespierre — a statesman who was a mere political " bogy ” in those days , and one whom an English reader of the newspapers could hardly help sup- posing much inferior to the patriotic but declamatory band of Girondins whom he ...
... Fall of Robespierre — a statesman who was a mere political " bogy ” in those days , and one whom an English reader of the newspapers could hardly help sup- posing much inferior to the patriotic but declamatory band of Girondins whom he ...
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... exception of Zapolya . In lieu of this , The Fall of Robespierre , which had never as yet been reprinted in England , is introduced . W. M. R. PREFACE TO MISCELLANEOUS WORKS . COMPOSITIONS resembling those of the. PREFATORY NOTICE . xxvii.
... exception of Zapolya . In lieu of this , The Fall of Robespierre , which had never as yet been reprinted in England , is introduced . W. M. R. PREFACE TO MISCELLANEOUS WORKS . COMPOSITIONS resembling those of the. PREFATORY NOTICE . xxvii.
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... falls on him . And ever and anon Laughed loud and long , and all the while His eyes went to and fro . ' Ha ha ! ' quoth he , ' full plain I see , The Devil knows how to row . ' And now , all in my own countree , I stood on the firm land ...
... falls on him . And ever and anon Laughed loud and long , and all the while His eyes went to and fro . ' Ha ha ! ' quoth he , ' full plain I see , The Devil knows how to row . ' And now , all in my own countree , I stood on the firm land ...
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... falling at the Baron's feet , " By my mother's soul do I entreat That thou this woman send away ! " She said : and more she could not say : For what she knew she could not tell , O'er - mastered by the mighty spell . Why is thy cheek so ...
... falling at the Baron's feet , " By my mother's soul do I entreat That thou this woman send away ! " She said : and more she could not say : For what she knew she could not tell , O'er - mastered by the mighty spell . Why is thy cheek so ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alvar arms beneath BILLAUD VARENNES blood brother BUTLER Christabel cloth gilt cloud Coleridge Coleridge's Coloured Illustrations Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Edition Egra Emperor Engravings fair faithful father Fcap fear feelings French morocco Friedland gaze gentle gilt edges GUSTAVE DORÉ hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Illo Isid ISOLANI lady light live look Lord maid MARADAS moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini poem POETICAL Prague QUESTENBERG Robespierre round Salisbury Square SCENE silent sleep song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet TALLIEN tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thyself traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 89 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 2 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Seite 10 - ... twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Seite 16 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 10 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 4 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 14 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Seite 116 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
Seite 15 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Seite 93 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long.