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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... Weary in Well - doing Shall I forget ? Dead Hope En Route Meeting ( " I said good - bye in hope " ) Confluents . For Thine own Sake , o my God Of him that was ready to perish · The Heart knoweth its own Bitterness ( " When all the over ...
... Weary in Well - doing Shall I forget ? Dead Hope En Route Meeting ( " I said good - bye in hope " ) Confluents . For Thine own Sake , o my God Of him that was ready to perish · The Heart knoweth its own Bitterness ( " When all the over ...
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... Weariness " mit einem Motive aus , das fortan ihre Dichtung bis zum Wendepunkte ihres Lebens immer dominierender durch- zieht . Es war nicht anempfunden . Seit dem 15. Lebens- jahre war E. B. leidend , und der Verlust der Mutter ( 1828 ) ...
... Weariness " mit einem Motive aus , das fortan ihre Dichtung bis zum Wendepunkte ihres Lebens immer dominierender durch- zieht . Es war nicht anempfunden . Seit dem 15. Lebens- jahre war E. B. leidend , und der Verlust der Mutter ( 1828 ) ...
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... weary dearth , ) Crying " Where are ye , O my loved and loving ? " — I know a Voice would sound , " Daughter , I AM . Can I suffice for HEAVEN and not for earth ? " THE SLEEP . [ The Seraphim , and other Poems ΙΟ Elizabeth Barrett ...
... weary dearth , ) Crying " Where are ye , O my loved and loving ? " — I know a Voice would sound , " Daughter , I AM . Can I suffice for HEAVEN and not for earth ? " THE SLEEP . [ The Seraphim , and other Poems ΙΟ Elizabeth Barrett ...
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... weary nuns with hearts that faintly Beat along their voices saintly- Ingemisco , ingemisco ! Dirge for abbess laid in shroud Sweepeth o'er the shroudless dead , Page or lady , as we said , With the dews upon her head , All as sad if not ...
... weary nuns with hearts that faintly Beat along their voices saintly- Ingemisco , ingemisco ! Dirge for abbess laid in shroud Sweepeth o'er the shroudless dead , Page or lady , as we said , With the dews upon her head , All as sad if not ...
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... weary with the evil work , We lift them to the Holy . The corpse is calm below our knee , Its spirit , bright before Thee : Between them , worse than either , we- Without the rest or glory . Be pitiful , O God ! We leave the communing ...
... weary with the evil work , We lift them to the Holy . The corpse is calm below our knee , Its spirit , bright before Thee : Between them , worse than either , we- Without the rest or glory . Be pitiful , O God ! We leave the communing ...
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