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... Nabucco , scheint , da es in erdichtetem Gewande die Interessen der Zeit berührt , in seinem Vaterlande wenig Verbreitung gefunden zu haben und , ob aus guten oder schlechten Gründen , müssen wir dahin gestellt seyn lassen ...
... Nabucco , scheint , da es in erdichtetem Gewande die Interessen der Zeit berührt , in seinem Vaterlande wenig Verbreitung gefunden zu haben und , ob aus guten oder schlechten Gründen , müssen wir dahin gestellt seyn lassen ...
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... Nabucco wird mehr durch Verrath , als durch die Tapferkeit besiegt ; er en- det sein Leben freiwillig und großartig , ohne sich der Krone zu entkleiden , im Euphrat . Das ist die Fabel des Stücks ; die Verhältnisse und die Umgebungen ...
... Nabucco wird mehr durch Verrath , als durch die Tapferkeit besiegt ; er en- det sein Leben freiwillig und großartig , ohne sich der Krone zu entkleiden , im Euphrat . Das ist die Fabel des Stücks ; die Verhältnisse und die Umgebungen ...
483 psl.
... ( Nabucco quasi trasportato da soldati vestiti di altre armi e co- mandati da un guerriero il quale sollevandosi la visiera si manifesta per Arsace ) Nabucco . Ove mi guidi Campione ignoto ? e con qual speme incerta " Tenti inganarmi ? O ...
... ( Nabucco quasi trasportato da soldati vestiti di altre armi e co- mandati da un guerriero il quale sollevandosi la visiera si manifesta per Arsace ) Nabucco . Ove mi guidi Campione ignoto ? e con qual speme incerta " Tenti inganarmi ? O ...
484 psl.
... Nabucco . Arsace ! hai meco impresa Magnanima tenzone : oggi è Nabucco Vinto da te ma perchè voi ch ' io viva Più della mia fortuna ? Ove poss ' io Degna di rè , fuorchè nel campo ostile Sperar la morte ? Ah col trafitto amico Jo ben ...
... Nabucco . Arsace ! hai meco impresa Magnanima tenzone : oggi è Nabucco Vinto da te ma perchè voi ch ' io viva Più della mia fortuna ? Ove poss ' io Degna di rè , fuorchè nel campo ostile Sperar la morte ? Ah col trafitto amico Jo ben ...
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... Nabucco in farsi uguale ai regi Minor di se divenne . Or vedi il frutto Di questo trono il cittadin ti aborre Perche sei rè , t ' odia e ti sprezza il Perche privato fosti : or che la sorte Ti lascia , questi usurpator ti chiama ...
... Nabucco in farsi uguale ai regi Minor di se divenne . Or vedi il frutto Di questo trono il cittadin ti aborre Perche sei rè , t ' odia e ti sprezza il Perche privato fosti : or che la sorte Ti lascia , questi usurpator ti chiama ...
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Die schöne litteratur Europa's in der neuesten zeit, dargestellt nach ihren ... Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff Visos knygos peržiūra - 1832 |
Die schöne Litteratur Europa's in der neuesten Zeit: Vorlesungen Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff Visos knygos peržiūra - 1832 |
Die schöne Litteratur Europa's in der neuesten Zeit: Vorlesungen Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff Visos knygos peržiūra - 1832 |
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