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Updated: May 5, 2025
For all his gracefulness and lyricism, he makes a sturdy and constant use of dissonance; in his song "Herbstgefühl" the dissonance is fearlessly defiant of conventions. Sich, das letzte lose, Bleiche Blumenblatt. Goldenes entfärben, Schleicht sich durch den Hain, Auch vergeh'n und sterben, Däucht mir süss zu sein. ... failing, From the rose unbound, Falls, its life exhaling, Dead upon the ground.
Jimmie looked meekly at Bee. "Have you decided on a hotel there?" he asked, ironically. But Bee flinched not. "There are two good ones the 'Kaiserin Elisabeth' and the 'Goldenes Kreuz. It will probably be very crowded, for they always celebrate the Emperor's birthday." Jimmie and I looked at each other helplessly.
A few steps brought him to the Goldenes Dachl. He forgot his hunger and his pain, seeing the sun shine on all that gold, and the curious painted galleries under it. He thought it was real solid gold. Real gold laid out on a house roof and the people all so poor! Findelkind began to muse, and wonder why everybody did not climb up there and take a tile off and be rich?
A few steps brought him to the Goldenes Dachl. He forgot his hunger and his pain, seeing the sun shine on all that gold, and the curious painted galleries under it. He thought it was real solid gold. Real gold laid out on a house-roof, and the people all so poor! Findelkind began to muse, and wonder why everybody did not climb up there and take a tile off and be rich?
Our rooms at the Goldenes Kreuz had a wide balcony where our breakfasts were served, and commanded not only a view of the mountains and valleys, and a rushing stream, but afforded us our only meal where we could get plenty of air. Our first experience in the general dining-room was a revelation of many things. The room was air-tight.
A few steps brought him to the Goldenes Dachl. He forgot his hunger and his pain, seeing the sun shine on all that gold and the curious painted galleries under it. He thought it was real, solid gold. Real gold laid out on a house-roof, and the people all so poor! Findelkind began to muse, and wonder why everybody did not climb up there and take a tile off and be rich.
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