Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Zväzky 39–40

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Westermann, 1866
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Vols. for 1858- include "Sitzungen der Berliner Gesellschaft für das Studium der neuren Sprachen."

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Strana 266 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Strana 277 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Strana 300 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strana 270 - Drunk ? and speak parrot ? and squabble ? swagger ? swear ? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow? — 0 thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! lago.
Strana 33 - The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 287 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Strana 281 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Strana 164 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Strana 408 - Wie schwer sind nicht die Mittel zu erwerben, Durch die man zu den Quellen steigt! Und eh' man nur den halben Weg erreicht, Muß wohl ein armer Teufel sterben.
Strana 268 - For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? Wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue ? Why brand they us With base?

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