Lessings Werke, Том 4Bibliographisches Institut, 1766 |
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Abschnitt alten Anmerkung Aristoteles Athenodorus Augen Augenblick Ausdruck Bandes beide Beschreibung besonders Bewegung Bild bildenden Kunst Bildhauer bloß Buch Bühne Caylus Chabrias daher deutschen Dichter Dichtkunst Dinge einzige Empfindungen ersten Essex Figur französischen ganze Gegenstände Gemälde Geschichte Geschmack Gesek Gesicht gewiß glauben Götter Griechen griechischen groß großen Hand Handlungen Häßlichkeit heißt Herkules Herr Winckelmann Homer Horaz Iliad indem könnte Körper Kunstwerke lächerlich Laokoon lassen läßt lekten Lessing lich Liebe ließ machen macht Maler Malerei malerischen Mendelssohn Menschen Milton Montfaucon Musik muß müssen mußte Nachahmung natürliche Zeichen Ovid Pausanias Phidias Philoktet Plinius Poesie poetischen sagen sagt Schauspieler scheinet Schild Schlangen Schmerz Schönheit sehen sichtbar soll sollte Sophokles Spence Statue Stelle Stück Szene Teil Theater Thersites Timanthes Trauerspiel unsere Venus Verbindung verschiedene Vesta viel vielleicht Virgil Voltaire Vorstellung vortrefflich wahr ward weiß wenig Werke Wesen wirklich Wirkung wohl wollen Worte Zaïre zeigen Zeuxis Züge δε ἐν
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