Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und LiteraturenJ. Bödeker, 1846 Includes "Sitzungen der Berliner Gesellschaft für das Studium der neueren Sprachen," 1863- |
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Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volumes 130-131 Visualização completa - 1913 |
Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volumes 142-143 Visualização completa - 1921 |
Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volumes 90-91 Visualização completa - 1893 |
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Abhandlung Alirander alten Ansicht Ausdrücke Bedeutung beiden bekannt Bemerkungen besonders bloß Chatou d'après daher deſſen deutschen deutschen Sprache Dichter Dichtung dieſe diphthong dramatischen eben Eigenthümlichkeit eigentlich Einfluß einige einzelnen Eisteddfods englischen Sprache erklärt ersten Erzählung finden findet Fleming und Tibbius folgende Form französischen französischen Sprache ganzen Gedichte Gegenstand Geist Gérondif Gerundium Geschichte gewiß gewöhnlichen gleich Goethe Goethe's Göthe Grammatik großen Grund Grundsäge heißt Herr indem iſt Jahre jezt König konnte Kudrun kurz laſſen läßt lateinischen Leben Lehrer lich ließ Ligurer Literatur macht manche Mann Methode Mittheilung muß müſſen Namen Natur neuen Orthoepie Ovid Philipp Poesie poetische Präpositionen Realschule recht Ronsard sagen sagt Satyre Scenen scheint schen Schluß Schüler ſei ſein ſeine Shakspeare ſich ſie soll ſondern sound statt Stellen Stück syllable Theil Thlr Tragödie Ueber Ueberseßung unserer Unterricht Verfaſſer Verhältniß verschiedenen viel Volk vowel Walker Webster Weise weiß wenig Werke Werth wieder wohl Wort zugleich zweiten
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Página 370 - Oft have I thought to have done so: but the Devil threatened to tear me in pieces if I named God; to fetch...
Página 310 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Página 310 - Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
Página 296 - AH ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah ! were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land, Under wide heavens, but yet there is not such.
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