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Since he went to Copenhagen she had, many an evening, seated herself in the swing near the summer-house and thought of him. Who knows whether she must not have done so when she copied out of the secretary's memorandum-book, the verses, "So fliessen nun zwei Wasser Wohl zwischen mir and Dir?" The sea certainly flows between Aarhuus and Copenhagen.
The Gudabirsi, or Gudabursi, derive themselves from Dir and Aydur, thus claiming affinity with the Eesa: others declare their tribe to be an offshoot from the Bahgoba clan of the Habr Awal, originally settled near Jebel Almis, and Bulhar, on the sea-shore.
The finale is occupied with the scenes at the statue and at the banquet, a short scene between Donna Anna and Don Ottavio intervening, in which she sings the aria, "Non mi dir."
"No, indeed, Madlen fâch; serve the old Vicare right; but 'tis a pity for the poor girl, whatever." "And where is she, I wonder?" "Well, now," said Madlen, "Mary, my sister, was coming home from Caer Madoc last week, and on the roadside there was a tent of gypshwns; it was dark and they had a fire, and there, sitting by the fire, was a girl the very picture of Valmai." "Dir anwl!
As nobody but myself can give you any opinion of it, you must be content to take my own, making all allowances for etc., etc., etc. I think, irrespective of age or sex, it is not a bad play perhaps, considering both, a tolerably fair one; there is some good writing in it, and good situations; the latter I owe to suggestions of my mother's, who is endowed with what seems to me really a science by itself, i.e. the knowledge of producing dramatic effect; more important to a playwright than even true delineation of character or beautiful poetry, in spite of what Alfieri says: "Un attore che dir
"It is All Saints' Day," said Christophe. "The day when all are forgiven." Softly, so as not to wake the child, he sang a few bars of the old Schwabian folk-song: "... Fur die Zeit, wo du g'liebt mi hast, Da dank' i dir schon, Und i wunsch', dass dir's anders wo Besser mag geh'n...."
Mit deinen schwarzbraunen Augen Siehst du mich forschend an: "Wer bist du, und was fehlt dir, Du fremder, kranker Mann!" Who does not love the poet Heine melodious, beautiful, bitter soul? Is there any other poet who can mingle, in one sentence, savage irony and tenderness that brings tears into the eyes? Who can tell the secret of his flower-like verses?
Colonel Vaughan was in great distress if you call tearing about and swearing being in great distress that was what Sam said, sir because Miss Vaughan is nowhere to be found. Dir anwl! a strange thing, indeed, sir! "I was too miserable to pay much attention to her gossip, and began my breakfast alone, for Lewis had not appeared, and I dreaded to see him.
And he threw himself upon the ground and wept aloud and sang to a heart-breaking melody in Yiddish. Und hei weh ist mir, Wie schlecht ist doch mir, Ich bin vertrieben geworen Junger held voon dir. Whereof the English runs: Alas! woe is me! How wretched to be Driven away and banished, Yet so young, from thee.
'Eh, but yo're young to be getten drunk an' such like, but yo' won't do it again, will yo'? 'Noa, sez I, 'I wouldn't if she'd not but stop they mill-wheels clatterin'." "Faith, it's a good thing to be nursed by a woman when you're sick!" said Mulvaney. "Dir' cheap at the price av twenty broken heads." Ortheris turned to frown across the valley. He had not been nursed by many women in his life.
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