Der Alte Und Der Junge Wein (Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Poems)
Ihr Alten trinkt, euch jung und froh zu trinken:Drum mag der junge WeinFuer euch, ihr Alten, sein.Der Juengling trinkt, sich ...
Ihr Alten trinkt, euch jung und froh zu trinken:Drum mag der junge WeinFuer euch, ihr Alten, sein.Der Juengling trinkt, sich ...
Rennt dem scheuen Gluecke nach!Freunde, rennt euch alt und schwach!Ich nehm teil an eurer Mueh:Die Natur gebietet sie.Ich, damit ich ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane -- The Land called Spadgers -- waiting fer 'is jills.The night's come ...
A LA FRANCE France! ? belle contr?e, ? terre g?n?reuse, Que les dieux complaisants formaient pour ?tre heureuse, Tu ne ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
DER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. "Dere's a ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
GOTTS blitz! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod! Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth? Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, Trowin ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
'Tis fit SERENA shou'd be sung.High-born SERENA, Fair and Young, Shou'd be of ev'ry Muse and Voice The pleasing, and ...
Come all ye true friends of the nation,Attend to humanity's call;Come aid the poor slave's liberation,And roll on the liberty ...
Le doux sommeil habite o? sourit la fortune, Pareil aux faux amis, le malheur l'importune. Il vole se poser, loin ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad ...
Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer; Yet ...
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