Das Lied von der GlockeD. Nutt, 1842 - 37 Seiten |
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... 'er with art or toil he does , Unto this heavenly power he owes ; But dread this heavenly power grows , When , breaking from its fetters loose , Einhertritt auf der eig❜nen Spur , Die freie Tochter der THE SONG OF THE BELL . 15.
... 'er with art or toil he does , Unto this heavenly power he owes ; But dread this heavenly power grows , When , breaking from its fetters loose , Einhertritt auf der eig❜nen Spur , Die freie Tochter der THE SONG OF THE BELL . 15.
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... toil and skill ? If the cast should fail- Should the mould prove frail ! Ah ! perhaps while hoping thus Mischance e'en now hath stricken us . Dem dunkeln Schooß der heil'gen Erde Vertrauen wir der Hånde THE SONG OF THE BELL . 21.
... toil and skill ? If the cast should fail- Should the mould prove frail ! Ah ! perhaps while hoping thus Mischance e'en now hath stricken us . Dem dunkeln Schooß der heil'gen Erde Vertrauen wir der Hånde THE SONG OF THE BELL . 21.
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... toil may have its rest ; As birds gambol on the bough , Each may sport as likes him best . When winking stars appear , Freed from every care , The workman hears the vespers toll , Doubts still vex the master's soul . In the wild ...
... toil may have its rest ; As birds gambol on the bough , Each may sport as likes him best . When winking stars appear , Freed from every care , The workman hears the vespers toll , Doubts still vex the master's soul . In the wild ...
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... Toil should be the Burgher's pride , Success , of Industry the prize ; The King by pomp is dignified , Us our labor dignifies . Gentle Concord ! Kindly Peace ! Ah ! tarry , tarry , Friendly over this our town ! Never may the day appear ...
... Toil should be the Burgher's pride , Success , of Industry the prize ; The King by pomp is dignified , Us our labor dignifies . Gentle Concord ! Kindly Peace ! Ah ! tarry , tarry , Friendly over this our town ! Never may the day appear ...
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Seite ix - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Seite x - Or in the natal or the mortal hour. All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance, direction which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good...
Seite x - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Seite ix - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind, Nor lose for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.