The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Band 1Gall & Inglis, 1881 - 554 Seiten |
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... Emperor has not yet confirmed the appointment . Iso . Seize it , friend ! Seize it ! The hand which in that post Placed you , is strong enough to keep you there , Spite of the Emperor and his Ministers . Illo . Ay , if we would but so ...
... Emperor has not yet confirmed the appointment . Iso . Seize it , friend ! Seize it ! The hand which in that post Placed you , is strong enough to keep you there , Spite of the Emperor and his Ministers . Illo . Ay , if we would but so ...
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... Emperor's behest , The long - tried friend and patron of all soldiers , We honour in this noble visitor . Illo . ( moving towards QUESTENBERG ) . noble Minister , You have shown our camp this honour . Ques . I stood before these colours ...
... Emperor's behest , The long - tried friend and patron of all soldiers , We honour in this noble visitor . Illo . ( moving towards QUESTENBERG ) . noble Minister , You have shown our camp this honour . Ques . I stood before these colours ...
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... Emperor's displeasure , Unless he took compassion on this wretchedness . Iso . ( steps up to them ) . Yes , yes , ' tis comprehensible enough , Wherefore with your commission of to - day You were not all too willing to remember Your ...
... Emperor's displeasure , Unless he took compassion on this wretchedness . Iso . ( steps up to them ) . Yes , yes , ' tis comprehensible enough , Wherefore with your commission of to - day You were not all too willing to remember Your ...
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... Emperor heaps his gifts and graces , To the heart - burning of all good Bohemians- Those minions of court - favour , those court harpies , Who fatten on the wrecks of citizens Driven from their house and home - who reap no harvests Save ...
... Emperor heaps his gifts and graces , To the heart - burning of all good Bohemians- Those minions of court - favour , those court harpies , Who fatten on the wrecks of citizens Driven from their house and home - who reap no harvests Save ...
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... Emperor feels for us , we see . Ques . His cares and feelings all ranks share alike , Nor will he offer one up to another . Iso . And therefore thrusts he us into the deserts , As beasts of prey , that so he may preserve His dear sheep ...
... Emperor feels for us , we see . Ques . His cares and feelings all ranks share alike , Nor will he offer one up to another . Iso . And therefore thrusts he us into the deserts , As beasts of prey , that so he may preserve His dear sheep ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alvar arms army Art thou BATHORY Bethlen Billaud Varennes blood brother BUTLER Casim Casimir Christabel Coleridge command Coun Count COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dare dear deed didst dost doth dream Duch DUCHESS Duke Egra Emer Emerick Emperor enemy Enter evil Exit faithful father fear fortune Friedland GLYCINE hand hath hear heard heart Heaven honour Illo Illyria Isid ISOLANI King Kiupr Kiuprili lady Laska live look lord MARADAS mother murder ne'er never night noble o'er OCTAVIO OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI ORDONIO pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Ques QUESTENBERG Ragoz regiments Robespierre round Sarolta SCENE soul speak spirit stand Swedes sweet sword tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine Thou art thou hast thought thyself traitor trust Twas tyrant Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN word Wran ZAPOLYA
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Seite 9 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Seite 10 - 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 66 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
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 "What loud uproar bursts from that door!
Seite 446 - Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Seite 469 - Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
Seite 445 - Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Seite 469 - Pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of Snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD...
Seite 446 - 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. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.