So Wilhelm and Tieck set to work the other evening and wrote a wicked sonnet in his honour.
I was told that Tieck was ill—could see no one; I therefore only sent in my card.
Nor does Tieck indicate in any way the "Gallery's" sparing use of the increasingly popular mezzotint.
It is plain that Tieck saw in the plate a caricature and an evasion.
To a certain extent the figure of Dogberry and more especially the face, justify Tieck's repugnance.
No one who has read this can suppose it was written by Tieck.
The impulse certainly came from the Anzeigen, but the whole critique is a product of Tieck's self.
I often think of Tieck's lovely and deep-meaning story of "The Elves."
What, for instance, can be said for such lines as the following, from Tieck's Rmische Reise?
Tieck's works are dispersed from one end of Germany to the other.