We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
„And is it among rude untutored Dales, There, and only there, that the heart is true? And, rising to repel or to subdue, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? Ah no! though Nature’s dread protection fails, There…
” Wo liegt das Land, zu dem dies Schiff soll fahren? Frisch auf, gleichwie die Lerche himmelan bei Tagesanbruch steigt, pflügt es im Festgewand voran: Gilt es der Tropen-Sonne, oder der polaren? Was nützt die Frage ? – Weder Freund…