Englische Studien, Volume 31Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Arthur Kölbing, Reinald Hoops, Albert Wagner O.R. Reisland, 1902 - Comparative linguistics "Zeitschrift für englische Philologie" (varies slightly). |
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altenglischen Ancr ausgabe author beiden best brief Buttler Cardale case Chaucer Coleridge Cotta Curs dead death deklination denkmälern deutschen dialekten dichter endung Engl England Englische Studien englischen sprache ersten Feminina finden first flexion folgende following form found genitiv given good great grossen häufig herte Hoops hrsg ibid Illo instances Isolani Jack Straw jetzt Juvenis King know lady letters lichen life little London long love make meaning means Mittelenglischen mittellandes modern English neuphilologentag Nöhden Octavio original Otto Gildemeister partizip perfective perhaps Picc place plur point present read resultative Rushw sake Schiller Sedgef Sedgefield sense sentence Shakespeare Skeat soule sprache squyr steht stelle suffix sune Taboriten take Tauchn teil Terzky Thersites things think thou time Tom Jones übersetzung unsern Uxor verb verfasser verse Wallenstein werk wohl word world wort writer years þæt
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Page 122 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 300 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Page 369 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
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Page 262 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Page 370 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
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