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After this epoch, and with the expiration of the imperial house of the Hohenstaufen, the nobles here, as in Switzerland, sought to popularize themselves, to become municipal. Der Adel steigt von seinen alten Burgen, Und schwört den Städten seinen Bürger-Eid, said the prophetic old Attinghausen, in his dying moments. The change was even more extraordinary in Florence.
The resemblance to the well-known scene in the German child's book was perfect, and as the children shouted, "Ein kohlpechrabenschwarzer Mohr, Die Sonne schien ihm ins gehirn, Da nahm er seinen Sonnenschirm" more than one grown person joined therein.
Eldred was all sweet, cheery thoughtfulness, but Frieda looking at herself in the oval mirror of the dressing-table, felt a sudden throb of pity for the girl she saw there. Hannah helped her remove her thick jacket, tucked it and her hat away in the closet, piled up the bags and asked for the trunk key. "Mutter hat uns immer gesagt, alles an seinen Ort zu legen," she said in a kind of chant.
"In der Ecke steht er Seinen Schnurbart dreht er Siehst du wohl, da steht er schon Der versoff'ne Schwiegersohn." Miriam felt very near the end of endurance. Elsa Speier who was just behind her, became her inevitable companion when they reached the roadway. A farmhouse appeared about a quarter of a mile away. Miriam's sense of her duties closed in on her.
From overhead they heard the last lines of the song: Erreicht den Hof mit Mueh und Noth In seinen Armen das Kind war todt. "Good-night," she whispered, and fled into the house. The lights in the dining-room were lowered, but she found a telegram that was waiting on the mantelpiece. It was from Sefton, the manager: "Author arrived in London today. Hopes to be at rehearsal Monday.
Freilich erreichte keiner seinen Meister, den sie sehr bald aus dem Gesicht verloren, und nun die possirlichsten Sprünge von der Welt machen und doch bildet sich jeder der Affen ein, er reite so schön wie der Yorick.”
In one of the secret repositories where during his latter years my venerable predecessor used with senile cunning to hide, indiscriminately, the coins of the Romans and of the Yankees, rags, bottles of rhubarb and magnesia, books, papers, and buttons, I had found, one night, an ancient MS. I had been all the evening reading a High-German Middle-Age volume, illustrated with wood-cuts, cut as with a hatchet, and being, as per title-page, Julius der erste Römische Kayser, von seinen Kriegen, "Julius the first Roman Emperor, of his Wars."
Beethoven is recalled by some of Mahler's triumphant finales, particularly by those of the Fifth and Seventh Symphonies, and by many of Mahler's adagio passages. "Es sucht der Bruder seinen Bruder," oh, how often and at what length through Mahler's symphonies, and with what persistency on the tenor trumpet!
"Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass, Wer nie die kummervollen Nächte Auf seinen Bette weinend sass, Er kennt Euch nicht, ihr himmlische Mächte!" Milly Harrington had passed two months at Birchmead, and her grandmother's neighbors were beginning to speculate on the probabilities of her staying over the summer. "Poor soul; it's lonely for her," Mrs. Chigwin said to her friend, Elizabeth.
[Footnote 49: “Lorenz Sterne’s oder Yorick’s Briefwechsel mit Elisen und seinen übrigen Freunden.” Leipzig, Weidmanns Erben und Reich. 1775,
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