Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der Schönen Wissenschaften, כרך 5F. Nicolai, 1790 - 438 עמודים |
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עמוד 57
... Ballade , Upon a Wedding ( Poems ; Lond . 1646. 8. p . 37. ) aus ; nur kann ich ne ihrer Länge und einiger zu niedrigen Ausdrücke wegen nicht wohl mittheilen . Von nachstehendem Liede findet man eine Nachahmung in Schiebeler's ...
... Ballade , Upon a Wedding ( Poems ; Lond . 1646. 8. p . 37. ) aus ; nur kann ich ne ihrer Länge und einiger zu niedrigen Ausdrücke wegen nicht wohl mittheilen . Von nachstehendem Liede findet man eine Nachahmung in Schiebeler's ...
עמוד 58
... Ballade , The Chronicle , die Dr. Johnson a compofition unrivalled and alone nennt , „ So viel Heiterkeit der Phantasie , sext er hinzu , so viel Leichtigkeit des Ausdrucks , so mannichfaltige Aehnlichkeit , folch eine Reihe von Bildern ...
... Ballade , The Chronicle , die Dr. Johnson a compofition unrivalled and alone nennt , „ So viel Heiterkeit der Phantasie , sext er hinzu , so viel Leichtigkeit des Ausdrucks , so mannichfaltige Aehnlichkeit , folch eine Reihe von Bildern ...
עמוד 152
... Ballade . So viel Haltung und Würde der Vortrag dieser leztern hat , so matt und un- gleich sind die Verse des französischen Dichters . COLIN ET LUCY . Ecoutez - moi , faciles belles , Aprenez à fuir les trompeurs , Ecoutez , amans ...
... Ballade . So viel Haltung und Würde der Vortrag dieser leztern hat , so matt und un- gleich sind die Verse des französischen Dichters . COLIN ET LUCY . Ecoutez - moi , faciles belles , Aprenez à fuir les trompeurs , Ecoutez , amans ...
עמוד 156
... , mon enfant . clos ta paupière ; Tes cris me déchirent le coeur ; Dors , mon enfant ! ta pauvre mère A bien affez de fa douleur . FAIR ROSAMOND . Der Inhalt dieser sehr alten englischen Ballade FAIR 156 Lyrische Gedichte . 1 ...
... , mon enfant . clos ta paupière ; Tes cris me déchirent le coeur ; Dors , mon enfant ! ta pauvre mère A bien affez de fa douleur . FAIR ROSAMOND . Der Inhalt dieser sehr alten englischen Ballade FAIR 156 Lyrische Gedichte . 1 ...
עמוד 157
... Ballade . When as king Henry rulde this land , The fecond of that name , Besides the queene , he dearly lovde A faire and comely dame . Moft peerleffe was her beautye founde Her favour , and her face ; A fweeter creature in this worlde ...
... Ballade . When as king Henry rulde this land , The fecond of that name , Besides the queene , he dearly lovde A faire and comely dame . Moft peerleffe was her beautye founde Her favour , and her face ; A fweeter creature in this worlde ...
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עמוד 59 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
עמוד 315 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
עמוד 172 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
עמוד 315 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
עמוד 65 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
עמוד 406 - The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
עמוד 178 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
עמוד 408 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs...
עמוד 410 - T' inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; 150 Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever ! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th
עמוד 407 - Basto follow'd, but his fate more hard Gain'd but one trump, and one plebeian card. With his broad sabre next, a chief in years, The hoary Majesty of Spades appears, Puts forth one manly leg, to sight reveal'd, The rest, his many-colour'd robe conceal'd.