Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Bände 73-74

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Georg Westermann, 1885
 

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Seite 376 - The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise — in such a night, Troilus methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Seite 392 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark! what discord follows; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather right and wrong Between whose endless jar justice resides Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 389 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 59 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Seite 1 - Ich habe vor vielen Jahren einmal ein Schauspiel entworfen, dessen Inhalt eine Art von Analogie mit meinen gegenwärtigen Streitigkeiten hat, die ich mir damals wohl nicht träumen ließ.
Seite 402 - As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart, So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might.
Seite 379 - And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Seite 401 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Seite 61 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus ; Let no such man be trusted : Mark the music.
Seite 222 - Güte Lächelte der deutschen Kunst; Sie ward nicht gepflegt vom Ruhme, Sie entfaltete die Blume Nicht am Strahl der Fürstengunst. Von dem größten deutschen Sohne, Von des großen Friedrichs Throne Ging sie schutzlos, ungeehrt. Rühmend darfs der Deutsche sagen, Höher darf das Herz ihm schlagen: Selbst erschuf er sich den Wert.

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