The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Band 1Gall & Inglis, 1881 - 554 Seiten |
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... mean , of his regiment ? I hear , too , that to make the gift still sweeter , The Duke has given him the very same In which he first saw service , and since then , Worked himself , step by step , through each preferment , The Dukes in ...
... mean , of his regiment ? I hear , too , that to make the gift still sweeter , The Duke has given him the very same In which he first saw service , and since then , Worked himself , step by step , through each preferment , The Dukes in ...
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... and ornaments of QUESTEN BERG Good store of gold that still remains uncoined . Ques . Thank Heaven ! that means have been found out to hide Some little from the fingers of the Croats . Illo SCENE II . ] THE PICCOLOMINI ; OR WALLENSTEIN .
... and ornaments of QUESTEN BERG Good store of gold that still remains uncoined . Ques . Thank Heaven ! that means have been found out to hide Some little from the fingers of the Croats . Illo SCENE II . ] THE PICCOLOMINI ; OR WALLENSTEIN .
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... means ; every trifle Must not be blackened into sacrilege . If we should wait till you , in solemn council , With due deliberation had selected The smallest out of four - and - twenty evils , I'faith we should wait long.- " Dash ! and ...
... means ; every trifle Must not be blackened into sacrilege . If we should wait till you , in solemn council , With due deliberation had selected The smallest out of four - and - twenty evils , I'faith we should wait long.- " Dash ! and ...
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... mean then I may venture somewhat with them ? Illo . If you are assured of the Piccolomini . Wal . Not more assured of mine ownself . Ter . would you trusted not so much to Octavio , The fox ! Wal . And yet Thou teachest me to know my ...
... mean then I may venture somewhat with them ? Illo . If you are assured of the Piccolomini . Wal . Not more assured of mine ownself . Ter . would you trusted not so much to Octavio , The fox ! Wal . And yet Thou teachest me to know my ...
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... means Ay ! Is it so ! To beat out True , But what had we to do there ? Max . The Swedes and Saxons from the province . Wal . In that description which the minister gave I seemed to have forgotten the whole war . Yes ! at length ( TO ...
... means Ay ! Is it so ! To beat out True , But what had we to do there ? Max . The Swedes and Saxons from the province . Wal . In that description which the minister gave I seemed to have forgotten the whole war . Yes ! at length ( TO ...
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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.