Florentine Nights: The Memoirs of Herr Von Schnabelewopski, The Rabbi of Bacharach and Shakespeare's Maidens and WomenW. Heinemann, 1906 - 441 pages |
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... the mysterious tone in which Klas Hinrichson sang it . He was a Jutlander , and served as our groom . He sang it the very evening before he hung himself in our stable . At the refrain- Sir Vonved , look about thee ! he often laughed ...
... the mysterious tone in which Klas Hinrichson sang it . He was a Jutlander , and served as our groom . He sang it the very evening before he hung himself in our stable . At the refrain- Sir Vonved , look about thee ! he often laughed ...
Page 117
... the mysterious tone in which Klas Hinrichson sang it . He was a Jutlander , and served as our groom . He sang it the very evening before he hung himself in our stable . At the refrain- Sir Vonved , look about thee ! he often laughed ...
... the mysterious tone in which Klas Hinrichson sang it . He was a Jutlander , and served as our groom . He sang it the very evening before he hung himself in our stable . At the refrain- Sir Vonved , look about thee ! he often laughed ...
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... the Queen . She said to him , " My young son , let others play the harp . Gird on thy sword , mount thy horse , try thy courage , strive and strain , see the world ere thou turn again ! Sir Vonved , look about thee ! ' " Sir Vonved ...
... the Queen . She said to him , " My young son , let others play the harp . Gird on thy sword , mount thy horse , try thy courage , strive and strain , see the world ere thou turn again ! Sir Vonved , look about thee ! ' " Sir Vonved ...
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... the man refuses , and must fight , and is slain.1 And Sir Vonved binds his sword to his side , And onward ever he will ride ; O'er mountain high , and river deep , To where a shepherd guards his sheep . Sir Vonved , look about thee ! And to ...
... the man refuses , and must fight , and is slain.1 And Sir Vonved binds his sword to his side , And onward ever he will ride ; O'er mountain high , and river deep , To where a shepherd guards his sheep . Sir Vonved , look about thee ! And to ...
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The Memoirs of Herr Von Schnabelewopski, The Rabbi of Bacharach and Shakespeare's Maidens and Women Heinrich Heine ... look about thee ! He came unto the third , and there Sat an old man with silver hair : " List thou , good shepherd ...
The Memoirs of Herr Von Schnabelewopski, The Rabbi of Bacharach and Shakespeare's Maidens and Women Heinrich Heine ... look about thee ! He came unto the third , and there Sat an old man with silver hair : " List thou , good shepherd ...
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Page 283 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 198 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : — 'tis true, this god did shake.
Page 261 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 198 - Would he were fatter ! But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 255 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 258 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances ; Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 198 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Page 289 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 198 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.