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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... wieder hin 109 113 115 119 Innisfallen • 123 Ein Traum war es , schön 127 Sie kennen mein Herz nicht 129 Blich noch nicht ! 131 Ich eile , wenn Sterne weinen 133 Nein , fag ' mir nicht , Lieb 135 Erin , dein Lächeln durch Thränen , so ...
... wieder hin 109 113 115 119 Innisfallen • 123 Ein Traum war es , schön 127 Sie kennen mein Herz nicht 129 Blich noch nicht ! 131 Ich eile , wenn Sterne weinen 133 Nein , fag ' mir nicht , Lieb 135 Erin , dein Lächeln durch Thränen , so ...
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... Wieder umkos't Die Lieb ' allein Friede den Schlummerern ! 193 195 197 Licht sei dein Traum Geh iegt , und schlummernd durchträume dein Glück dir 199 201 Wenn still du wanderst Laß ruhn mein Herz ! 203 205 Schlummre , o schlummre ...
... Wieder umkos't Die Lieb ' allein Friede den Schlummerern ! 193 195 197 Licht sei dein Traum Geh iegt , und schlummernd durchträume dein Glück dir 199 201 Wenn still du wanderst Laß ruhn mein Herz ! 203 205 Schlummre , o schlummre ...
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... , Kind 417 D , wieder erscheint • 419 D , gestern saß ich still bei'm Wein 421 Der Winter 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.
... , Kind 417 D , wieder erscheint • 419 D , gestern saß ich still bei'm Wein 421 Der Winter 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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... wieder uns in Thränen bang . Kein Lichtstrahl ist dir aufgegangen ; Den Harfen gleich , die einst ein Joch , Wie deines schwer , so hehr besangen , Hängst stumm du an den Weiden noch . Und doch , feit du zulezt erschollen , Erschien ein ...
... wieder uns in Thränen bang . Kein Lichtstrahl ist dir aufgegangen ; Den Harfen gleich , die einst ein Joch , Wie deines schwer , so hehr besangen , Hängst stumm du an den Weiden noch . Und doch , feit du zulezt erschollen , Erschien ein ...
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... wieder ihn dicht . Und schmerzt es dich ach ! zu gedenken , wie fern Von den Pfaden des Lichts er durchirrte die Welt , Denk selig , daß du ihm gewesen der Stern , Der heim ihm geleuchtet , die Nacht ihm erhellt . Dein Herz , deine ...
... wieder ihn dicht . Und schmerzt es dich ach ! zu gedenken , wie fern Von den Pfaden des Lichts er durchirrte die Welt , Denk selig , daß du ihm gewesen der Stern , Der heim ihm geleuchtet , die Nacht ihm erhellt . Dein Herz , deine ...
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