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... Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ' ) From Woman's Love and Life ' PAGE 3503 WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING 1780-1842 The Passion for Power ( The Life and Character of Napoleon Bonaparte ' ) The Causes of War ( Discourse before the ...
... Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ' ) From Woman's Love and Life ' PAGE 3503 WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING 1780-1842 The Passion for Power ( The Life and Character of Napoleon Bonaparte ' ) The Causes of War ( Discourse before the ...
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... Wonderful History ) was written , one of the masterpieces of German literature . His ' Faust ' and ' Fortunatus ' had in some degree foreshadowed his later and more famous work , —'Faust ' in the compact with the devil , ' Fortu- natus ...
... Wonderful History ) was written , one of the masterpieces of German literature . His ' Faust ' and ' Fortunatus ' had in some degree foreshadowed his later and more famous work , —'Faust ' in the compact with the devil , ' Fortu- natus ...
3505. oldal
... of Germany his fame rests chiefly upon his widely known ' Schlemihl , ' which has been translated into all the principal languages of Europe . VI - 220 A THE BARGAIN From The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO 3505.
... of Germany his fame rests chiefly upon his widely known ' Schlemihl , ' which has been translated into all the principal languages of Europe . VI - 220 A THE BARGAIN From The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO 3505.
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Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. A THE BARGAIN From The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ' FTER a fortunate , but for me very troublesome voyage , we finally reached the port . The instant that I touched land in the boat , I ...
Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. A THE BARGAIN From The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl ' FTER a fortunate , but for me very troublesome voyage , we finally reached the port . The instant that I touched land in the boat , I ...
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... , And to thee my fond lips cling . Translation of Charles Harvey Genung . WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING ( 1780-1842 ) R. CHANNING , the 3512 ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO The Bargain (The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl From Woman's Love and Life'
... , And to thee my fond lips cling . Translation of Charles Harvey Genung . WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING ( 1780-1842 ) R. CHANNING , the 3512 ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO The Bargain (The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl From Woman's Love and Life'
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3835. oldal - 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.
3848. oldal - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
3838. oldal - And the slant night-shower driving loud and fast! Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! II A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
3838. oldal - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
3809. oldal - IT fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
3811. oldal - When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side : E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged?
3847. oldal - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
3838. oldal - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
3838. oldal - WELL ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this ^Eolian lute, Which better far were mute.
3846. oldal - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.