Johann Karl August Musäus

Johann Karl August Musäus

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Portrait of Johann Karl August Musäus Johann Karl August Musäus Legends of Rubezahl, and Other Tales (1845)

Ulric, after a moment’s reflection, replied: “Revenge is sweet, but sweeter still the love which attaches me to the unkind Lucretia. Deeply as I feel the wrongs she has done me, I cannot hate her. I will fly far from her, forgiving her the misery she has occasioned me, and bearing her image in my heart till I die.”
“Every country has its different notions,” said the Signora; “an Italian would never forgive such indignity as that you have endured.
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Portrait of Johann Karl August Musäus Johann Karl August Musäus Legends of Rubezahl, and Other Tales (1845)

My heart, and the trifling fortune I may one day inherit from my mother, are all it is in my power to offer you; if you still love me, your love is all I desire in return.” Such generous sentiments from Lucretia astonished the Empress and the whole Court; Ulric, moved even to tears, seized the hand of his mistress, pressed it to his heart, and exclaimed: “Receive my earnest gratitude, my immutable love; and rest assured, that ere long my good sword shall secure for you a position worthy of you.”
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Portrait of Johann Karl August Musäus Johann Karl August Musäus Legends of Rubezahl, and Other Tales (1845)

Not a little was the Count astonished to hear one formerly so profuse and prodigal, talk of an egg as the wife of a peasant might do. “I have sacrificed my whole estate to you,” cried he, “and you now hesitate to sacrifice a pitiful hen to my repose! It is impossible you can have ever loved me.”
The young wife patted her spouse’s cheek: “Learn, naughty grumbler,” said she, “that the hen which so disconcerts thee is our best friend. Every morning it lays a golden egg in my mother’s chamber, where it has its meals from her own hand, and where it takes its nightly roost.
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