Albion and Erin in Poems of Th. Moore, Lord Byron, R. Burns, P.B. Shelley, Th. Campbell, J. Thomson and from Th. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry |
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... ist fern von dem Land Was die Biene für die Blume 61 63 65 Ich sah vom Gestad ' Db ich kummervoll scheide von Erin , so grün Wie ein Strahl auf dem Spiegel der Wogen hinflicht Verwundetes Rehlein , o komm du zu mir Dein denken • Die ...
... ist fern von dem Land Was die Biene für die Blume 61 63 65 Ich sah vom Gestad ' Db ich kummervoll scheide von Erin , so grün Wie ein Strahl auf dem Spiegel der Wogen hinflicht Verwundetes Rehlein , o komm du zu mir Dein denken • Die ...
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... ist alles nur Traum 215 Ales Schöne stirbt 217 D , komm , wenn tief der Tag sich neigt 219 Ade ! mein süß Treulieb , ade ! 221 Dft , tief in stiller Nacht 225 227 Wenn kosend , singend Religiöse Gesänge . Der Rasen sei mein Duft - Altar ...
... ist alles nur Traum 215 Ales Schöne stirbt 217 D , komm , wenn tief der Tag sich neigt 219 Ade ! mein süß Treulieb , ade ! 221 Dft , tief in stiller Nacht 225 227 Wenn kosend , singend Religiöse Gesänge . Der Rasen sei mein Duft - Altar ...
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... ist vollbracht 423 Mein Weib ist ein herzig Herden 425 Sinnend bald am wilden Meere 427 Luckless fortune Wae is my heart To a kiss ' - XV.
... ist vollbracht 423 Mein Weib ist ein herzig Herden 425 Sinnend bald am wilden Meere 427 Luckless fortune Wae is my heart To a kiss ' - XV.
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... Child of Elle Glasgerion • 472 · 506 524 Lord Thomas and fair Ellinor Take those lips away Unfading beauty 534 542 544 To Lucasta , on going to the wars 546 Notes 550 Seite . Mißgeschick 429 Weh ist mein Herz 431 Der XVI.
... Child of Elle Glasgerion • 472 · 506 524 Lord Thomas and fair Ellinor Take those lips away Unfading beauty 534 542 544 To Lucasta , on going to the wars 546 Notes 550 Seite . Mißgeschick 429 Weh ist mein Herz 431 Der XVI.
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... Ist die Kerze zerschmettert 463 Die Zeit 465 Th . Campbell . Entferntsein 467 An Myra J. Thomson . Th . Percy's Ueberreste altenglischer Dichtkunst . Sir Caulin Der Junker von Elle Glasgerion Lord Thomas und schön Ellinor Bleibt , o ...
... Ist die Kerze zerschmettert 463 Die Zeit 465 Th . Campbell . Entferntsein 467 An Myra J. Thomson . Th . Percy's Ueberreste altenglischer Dichtkunst . Sir Caulin Der Junker von Elle Glasgerion Lord Thomas und schön Ellinor Bleibt , o ...
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