Americana Germanica, Volume 3

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German American Historical Society, 1900
 

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Page 20 - Doch gilt es hier nicht viel Besinnen, Im weiten Meere mußt du anbeginnen! Da fängt man erst im Kleinen an Und freut sich, Kleinste zu verschlingen, Man wächst so nach und nach heran Und bildet sich zu höherem Vollbringen.
Page 173 - Drury-Lane : taken from the German drama of Kotzebue ; and adapted to the English stage by Richard Brinsley Sheridan.
Page 187 - Letters from Baron Haller to his Daughter, on the Truths of the Christian Religion.
Page 207 - Day and night my toils redouble : Never nearer to the goal, « Night and day I feel the trouble Of the wanderer in my soul.
Page 167 - The Death of Cain. In five books; after the manner of the Death of Abel. By a Lady.
Page 354 - Auftritte wiederholen ; man wünschte den Amerikanern alles Glück und die Namen Franklin und Washington fingen an am politischen und kriegerischen Himmel zu glänzen und zu funkeln.
Page 159 - ... was in vain that I endeavored to get farther knowledge upon the subject. I would gladly have prepared for it by learning the language I should have to use there, but there was no one in Boston who could teach me. At Jamaica Plains there was a Dr. Brosius, a native of Strasburg, who gave instruction in mathematics. He was willing to do what he could for me in German, but he warned me that his pronunciation was very bad, as was that of all Alsace, which had become a part of France. Nor was it possible...
Page 177 - Fraternal discord. A comedy in five acts. Translated from the German of Kotzebue. New York. Printed for Charles Smith, No. 52 Maiden Lane.
Page 169 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Page 87 - Daß Ihr früh mich in das Grab gebracht? Aber aus der schwerbedeckten Enge Treibet mich ein eigenes Gericht. Eurer Priester summende Gesänge Und ihr Segen haben kein Gewicht; Salz und Wasser kühlt Nicht, wo Jugend fühlt; Ach! die Erde kühlt die Liebe nicht. Dieser Jüngling war mir erst versprochen, Als noch Venus

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