Byrons Beziehungen zu seinen Lehrern und Schulkameraden und deren Einfluss auf sein literarische TätigkeitB. Zechel, 1903 - 104 страници |
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... year 1794 , the name of Byron , then in the second class , stands twenty - third in a list of thirty - eight boys " , das heisst , in dem kurzen Zwischenraum von etwa Ende November bis höchstens Ende April , also von nur fünf Monaten ...
... year 1794 , the name of Byron , then in the second class , stands twenty - third in a list of thirty - eight boys " , das heisst , in dem kurzen Zwischenraum von etwa Ende November bis höchstens Ende April , also von nur fünf Monaten ...
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... years " ) eigentlich nur wenig von der Sache wusste . Vielleicht hatte er eine unklare Erinnerung an Rogers , der ein amerikanischer Loyalist " war.4 ) B. Byrons Verhalten in der Schule . Wir hören nichts von besonderen Verstössen ...
... years " ) eigentlich nur wenig von der Sache wusste . Vielleicht hatte er eine unklare Erinnerung an Rogers , der ein amerikanischer Loyalist " war.4 ) B. Byrons Verhalten in der Schule . Wir hören nichts von besonderen Verstössen ...
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... year at Harrow . " 3 ) Hunt sagte zwar : „ he ( Lord Byron ) was far from familiar with any of the Latin writers and never quoted a Latin author but once " ) ; doch finden wir in Byron's Briefen , dass er aus verschiedenen lateinischen ...
... year at Harrow . " 3 ) Hunt sagte zwar : „ he ( Lord Byron ) was far from familiar with any of the Latin writers and never quoted a Latin author but once " ) ; doch finden wir in Byron's Briefen , dass er aus verschiedenen lateinischen ...
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... years " . 2 ) Es scheint , dass er einen Widerwillen fand an den end- losen grammatischen Übungen , die er ,, Gerund grinding " ) nannte , bei denen jeder Schüler in der Klasse täglich nur zwei Zeilen zu lesen bekam1 ) , und er hasste ...
... years " . 2 ) Es scheint , dass er einen Widerwillen fand an den end- losen grammatischen Übungen , die er ,, Gerund grinding " ) nannte , bei denen jeder Schüler in der Klasse täglich nur zwei Zeilen zu lesen bekam1 ) , und er hasste ...
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... year , 1805 , after the Easter Holidays " . Am 4. April 1805 schreibt Byron : „ I left Harrow yesterday " ; die Ferien begannen also am 3. April 1805. Dr. Butler verlängerte die Ferien bis zum 8. Mai3 ) und Byron kehrte erst am 10. Mai ...
... year , 1805 , after the Easter Holidays " . Am 4. April 1805 schreibt Byron : „ I left Harrow yesterday " ; die Ferien begannen also am 3. April 1805. Dr. Butler verlängerte die Ferien bis zum 8. Mai3 ) und Byron kehrte erst am 10. Mai ...
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