Viktorianische Dichtung: eine Auswahl aus E.B. Browning, R. Browning, A. Tennyson, M. Arnold, D.G. Rossetti, W. Morris, A. Ch. Swinburne, Chr. RossettiOtto Luitpold Jiriczek |
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... Sonnets from the Portuguese ( 1. 3. 5. 7. 8. 14 . 18. 21. 23. 25. 28. 29. 35. 43. 44. ) A Musical Instrument • ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-89 ) . Bibliographie und Einleitung 33 33 34 34 36 37 · · • 37 44 * The Burial of Dead Hopes ( aus ...
... Sonnets from the Portuguese ( 1. 3. 5. 7. 8. 14 . 18. 21. 23. 25. 28. 29. 35. 43. 44. ) A Musical Instrument • ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-89 ) . Bibliographie und Einleitung 33 33 34 34 36 37 · · • 37 44 * The Burial of Dead Hopes ( aus ...
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... Sonnets [ Privatdruck ] . 1850. Poems , New Edition , in two vols . Vermehrte Ausgabe der Poems von 1838 und 1844. Darin eine neue Version des Prometheus , und die Sonnets ( “ from the Portuguese " ) von 1847 . 1851. Casa Guidi Windows ...
... Sonnets [ Privatdruck ] . 1850. Poems , New Edition , in two vols . Vermehrte Ausgabe der Poems von 1838 und 1844. Darin eine neue Version des Prometheus , und die Sonnets ( “ from the Portuguese " ) von 1847 . 1851. Casa Guidi Windows ...
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... Sonnets from the Portuguese " in den " Poems " ver- öffentlicht wurden . Sie bilden die Krone ihres Schaffens , das sie unter Ausschluß aller jugendlichen unreifen Ver- suche in den zwei Bänden von 1850 zum ersten Male vereinigt ...
... Sonnets from the Portuguese " in den " Poems " ver- öffentlicht wurden . Sie bilden die Krone ihres Schaffens , das sie unter Ausschluß aller jugendlichen unreifen Ver- suche in den zwei Bänden von 1850 zum ersten Male vereinigt ...
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... Sonnets " und Dante Gabriel Rossettis " House of Life " die " Sonnets from the Portuguese " gewählt werden . IDOLS . [ Prometheus Bound , and Miscellaneous Poems . 8 Elizabeth Barrett Browning .
... Sonnets " und Dante Gabriel Rossettis " House of Life " die " Sonnets from the Portuguese " gewählt werden . IDOLS . [ Prometheus Bound , and Miscellaneous Poems . 8 Elizabeth Barrett Browning .
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... SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE . [ Privat gedruckt 1847 ; veröffentlicht in den Poems 1850. ] I. I THOUGHT Once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years , the dear and wished - for years , Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear ...
... SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE . [ Privat gedruckt 1847 ; veröffentlicht in den Poems 1850. ] I. I THOUGHT Once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years , the dear and wished - for years , Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear ...
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