August Wilhelm von Schlegel's sämmtliche werke, Volumes 1-2

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Page 198 - Valley" will not bear a comparison with the " Hall of Eblis." BRIDE OF ABYDOS, A TURKISH TALE. " Hart we never loved so kindly, " Had we never loved so blindly, " Never met or never parted, " We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 201 - To be, or not to be, that is the question : — Whether Ч is nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them...
Page 38 - JLn qual parte del Ciel, in quale idea Era l'esempio, onde Natura tolse Quel bel viso leggiadro, in ch'ella volse Mostrar quaggiù, quanto lassù potea? Qual Ninfa in fonti, in selve mai qual Dea Chiome d'oro sì fino a l'aura sciolse? Oliami un cor tante in se virtuti accolse?
Page 291 - On, Britons, ye, the brutal Brutus's brood! Awake and save your poet Kotzebue! Him you may claim äs yours, he is your due, He still does cheer your porterthicken'd blood. With migthy fleets divide the Ocean's flood, Nor cease, till Paul him renders, to pursue; Say: One Britannia lives, one Czaar like you, One Kotzebue, all great alike and good. If the grand Czaar doth nobly him unloose: Rule, Kotzebue, then, and Britannia rule! Then let your worth enjoy its well-won fruits. With morals spiee the...
Page 291 - ... the Ocean's flood, Nor cease, till Paul him renders, to pursue; Say: One Britannia lives, one Czaar like you, One Kotzebue, all great alike and good. If the grand Czaar doth nobly him unloose: Rule, Kotzebue, then, and Britannia rule! Then let your worth enjoy its well-won fruits. With morals spiee the pastry of his muse, And fish from out her flat, broad, stagnant pool Beauties of Kotzebue, fit for the brutes. IV. Castra doloris waren die Theater, Da Kotzebue für alle schien verlohren.
Page 29 - Firm to the laet amidst a baleful strife, That robb'd thy breast of happiness and life, Thine was the triumph, envy's the defeat, And the still grave the happy calm retreat. — Unkindly pow'r of malice's tainted breath, Whose looks are poison, aud whose words are dealh!

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