Wilhelm von Kaulbach, half-title page from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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To move the treasure hourly laboured we;
And sooth, it was a work of toil and pain…
Wilhelm von Kaulbach, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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Quoth Reynard then; “enough! You may retire.
I trust I now have satisfied you, Sire!”
And the King said to Renard; “Be content:
My doubts were not to wound your feelings meant.”
Wilhelm von Kaulbach, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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headpiece vignette to chapter seven, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, illustrated by Wilhelm von Kaulbach. Stuttgart, 1857.
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Meanwhile was held high junketing at Court;
There was all mirth and jollity and sport;
Feasting and gambling were there, night and day;
And those who came to stuff remained to play.
Wilhelm von Kaulbach, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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Sick lay the King, and dangerously ill
He must have died, but for my father’s skill.
Wilhelm von Kaulbach, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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headpiece vignette to chapter three, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, illustrated by Wilhelm von Kaulbach. Stuttgart, 1857.
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If they’d but grant me liberty of speech,
Some of their cruel hearts I yet might reach;
And so get free of this accursed rope;
At least I’ll try it: while there’s life there’s hope.
Wilhelm von Kaulbach, from Reineke Fuchs (Reynard the fox), by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stuttgart, 1857.
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