Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der Schönen Wissenschaften: Bd. Lyrische Gedichte. HeldengedichteFriedrich Nicolai, 1790 - Literature |
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... belle , Vuol di spine effer armata La Beltà , ch'è don del Cielo ; E modefta ful fuo stelo Men veduta è più pregiata Di qual gioja empie le spiagge Del giardin tutte fiorite ! Par che parli : or voi l ' udite , E imparate ad cffer fagge ...
... belle , Vuol di spine effer armata La Beltà , ch'è don del Cielo ; E modefta ful fuo stelo Men veduta è più pregiata Di qual gioja empie le spiagge Del giardin tutte fiorite ! Par che parli : or voi l ' udite , E imparate ad cffer fagge ...
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... belle Ben fembrate tante ftelle . Ma in venir fotto a quel volto , E pofando in sì bel petto , Dove Amor per fuo diletto Ogni bello ha infieme accolto , Voi perdefte il vostr ' onore Nella gara del candore . V'era meglio il fare adorno ...
... belle Ben fembrate tante ftelle . Ma in venir fotto a quel volto , E pofando in sì bel petto , Dove Amor per fuo diletto Ogni bello ha infieme accolto , Voi perdefte il vostr ' onore Nella gara del candore . V'era meglio il fare adorno ...
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... belle ognor ; Mà bagnate da buon vino , An divino Il color ' ed il fapor . Foll ' è pur chi amar ben crede Con tutt ' altro abbandonar . Quando gode ber bottiglia Vaga Figlia , Si può bever ' ed amar . Meta- Metastasio . Metastasio ...
... belle ognor ; Mà bagnate da buon vino , An divino Il color ' ed il fapor . Foll ' è pur chi amar ben crede Con tutt ' altro abbandonar . Quando gode ber bottiglia Vaga Figlia , Si può bever ' ed amar . Meta- Metastasio . Metastasio ...
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... belle Afpafie A pris , quitté nos Bergers tour à tour . Ils font fachés ; moi je la remercie , Las ! elle fait paffer un fi beau jour ! Pour ramener une belle Afpafie , C'eft grand abus de montrer du courroux ; Si reclamez fa douce ...
... belle Afpafie A pris , quitté nos Bergers tour à tour . Ils font fachés ; moi je la remercie , Las ! elle fait paffer un fi beau jour ! Pour ramener une belle Afpafie , C'eft grand abus de montrer du courroux ; Si reclamez fa douce ...
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Johann Joachim Eschenburg. Moncrif . Panard . Lors j'apperçus cette belle Afpafie , Qu'un doux fouris coloroit fes attraits ! Elle repris fa douce fantaisie , ' Et me donna même le jour d ' après .看 Amans , quittés d'une belle Afpafie ...
Johann Joachim Eschenburg. Moncrif . Panard . Lors j'apperçus cette belle Afpafie , Qu'un doux fouris coloroit fes attraits ! Elle repris fa douce fantaisie , ' Et me donna même le jour d ' après .看 Amans , quittés d'une belle Afpafie ...
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