Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volume 13Westermann, 1853 Vols. for 1858- include "Sitzungen der Berliner Gesellschaft fu r das Studium der neuren Sprachen." |
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Adverb alten America Ausdruck Aussprache Bedeutung beiden bekannt Bemerkungen besonders bilden bloß Buch Charakter deſſen deutschen deutschen Sprache Dichter Dichtung dieſe dieß Dorothea eben eigenthümlichen Einfluß einzelnen endlich Endung englische Sprache englischen Epistre ersten Femininum ferf fich finden findet Form französischen freilich furz ganze Gebrauch Gedanken Gedichte Gefühl Geist Geschichte Gesez gewiß giebt gleich Göthe Grammatik große Grund Halliw Hamlet Hand heißt Hermann und Dorothea Herr Herz Intereſſe iſt Jahre jezt Kenntniß König konnte kurz laſſen läßt lateinischen Laut Leben lebendigen leßten lezten lice lich Liebe Lied ließ Literatur logische macht Maria Stuart Menschen muß müſſen namentlich Natur neue nothwendig Phonologie Poesie poetischen Pronomen Protestantismus recht Rede sagt Scene Schiller schließt Schluß Schrift Schule ſehr ſei ſein ſeine ſelbſt ſich ſie ſind soll ſondern Sprache Taſſo Theil Umlaut unserer Verf Verfaſſer Verhältniß verschiedenen viel Vocal Volkes Wallenstein Weise weiß wenig Werke Werth wieder wohl Wort zugleich zweiten
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Page 360 - Peace, peace ! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take ; but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Page 92 - He lives! — In all the past He lives ; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair; In dreams I see him now ; And, on his angel brow, I see it written,
Page 386 - ... falling ere he saw the star of his country rise; pouring out his generous blood like water, before he knew whether it would fertilize a land of freedom or of bondage!— how shall I struggle with the emotions that stifle the utterance of thy name! Our poor work may perish; but thine shall endure! This monument may moulder away; the solid ground it rests upon may sink down to a level with the sea; but thy memory shall not fail! Wheresoever among men a heart shall be found that beats to the transports...
Page 246 - On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly, From an ultimate dim Thule, — From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE — out of TIME.
Page 268 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 384 - I had almost said so overwhelming, this renowned theatre of their courage and patriotism. /VENERABLE MEN ! you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago, this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country.
Page 385 - You hear now no roar of hostile cannon, you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown. The ground strewed with the dead and the dying; the impetuous charge; the steady and successful repulse; the loud call to repeated assault; the summoning of all that is manly to repeated resistance...
Page 92 - My hand that marble felt ; O'er it in prayer I knelt ; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there ! I cannot make him dead ! When passing by the bed, So long...
Page 384 - You are now where you stood fifty years ago this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are, indeed, over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else, how changed!
Page 254 - There, through the long, long summer hours The golden light should lie, And thick, young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale, close beside my cell ; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife-bee and humming-bird.