Dramaturgische Blätter: Nebst einem Anhange noch ungedruckter Aufsätze über das deutsche Theater und Berichten über die englische Bühne, geschrieben auf einer Reise im Jahre 1817, Volume 2 |
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Ballette Beifall Benefiz Bühne Burgtheater Charakter chen Covent Garden Darstellung dergleichen deutsche Dichter dieſe dramatischen eben edlen Engländer erscheinen erst fast Franzosen freilich ganze Geberde Gedicht Gefühl Geist Gemüth Genuß gesehn gespielt gewiß gewöhnlichen giebt groß großen Hamlet håtte höchste irgend iſt Jahren jezt John Kemble Kemble komischen König konnte Kraft Kunst Lachen Laertes laſſen läßt Lear lehte leicht Leidenschaft lich ließ Ludwig Tieck Lustspiel Macbeth machen manches Manier meisten Miß Monolog muß müſſen mußte Natur neue niemals nothwendig Ophelia Othello poetischen Polonius Prinzen Pyrrhus recht Rede Reifrock Rolle Scene Schauspieler Schluß Schmerz Schröder schwach sehn ſei ſein ſeine ſelbſt Seltsamkeit Shakspeare Shakspeare's ſich ſie ſind soll sollte Spiel Sprache stehn Stellen Stück Talent Theater Theil tief tragischen Tragödie trefflich unbedeutend unsern Tagen Verse verstanden viel vielleicht völlig vornehme vortrefflich vorzüglich Wahnsinn wahre Wahrheit wåre Weise weiß wenig wenigstens Werke wieder wirklich wohl Worte Zuschauer
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Page 111 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 91 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference.
Page 111 - And, by opposing, end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks, That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
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Page 90 - There's Rosemary — that's for remembrance; 'pray yon, love, remember: and there is Pansies, that's for thoughts.
Page 109 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune — Or to take arms against a sea of trouble ; And, by opposing end them?
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