Faust: A TragedyW. Smith, 1847 - 338 páginas |
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... tell you plain , And add to this yet more and more again ! So you will never widely miss your mark ; And mystify them ! keep them in the dark ! To give content's an end most hard to gain— But say what moves you ? Is it joy or pain ...
... tell you plain , And add to this yet more and more again ! So you will never widely miss your mark ; And mystify them ! keep them in the dark ! To give content's an end most hard to gain— But say what moves you ? Is it joy or pain ...
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... tell she doth not freely choose , You cannot wrest from her with wheels and screws ! This ancient lumber - all confused , Untouch'd by me is only here Because once by my father used , And then perchance by him held dear ; Old scroll the ...
... tell she doth not freely choose , You cannot wrest from her with wheels and screws ! This ancient lumber - all confused , Untouch'd by me is only here Because once by my father used , And then perchance by him held dear ; Old scroll the ...
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... tell You risk the fall to nothingness ! Come from thy old retreat , thou goblet clear , By me forgotten now for many a year ! You glitter'd at my father's feasts And fill'd with joy his worthy guests , When , as thou round to each wert ...
... tell You risk the fall to nothingness ! Come from thy old retreat , thou goblet clear , By me forgotten now for many a year ! You glitter'd at my father's feasts And fill'd with joy his worthy guests , When , as thou round to each wert ...
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... tell ! And doth this chorus breathe the hymn , That o'er the darkness of the tomb , Once pealed from lips of cherubim The new - born covenant of mortal doom ? Chorus of Women . With spices we embalm'd his corse , We , his true ones ...
... tell ! And doth this chorus breathe the hymn , That o'er the darkness of the tomb , Once pealed from lips of cherubim The new - born covenant of mortal doom ? Chorus of Women . With spices we embalm'd his corse , We , his true ones ...
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... tell you that I heard him say With him would come the curly - pate ! 1 Schol . How the brave wenches step along ! Come , brother ! let's join company ! Stout humming beer - tobacco strong- And a tight girl are things for me ! 1 Cit ...
... tell you that I heard him say With him would come the curly - pate ! 1 Schol . How the brave wenches step along ! Come , brother ! let's join company ! Stout humming beer - tobacco strong- And a tight girl are things for me ! 1 Cit ...
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amid angel appears art thou Auerbach's Cellar aught Baubo beauty beneath Blocksberg blood Bran breast breath Brocken chorus curse dance dare dark death devil didst doth dream drink E'en earth evil eyes Faust fear feel flame Frosch gaze German give glow Goethe hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell honour intermezzo kiss light live Lord Lucifer magic Marg Margaret Meph Mephisto Mephistopheles mind Monkeys mother nature ne'er neath never night Nostradamus o'er Oberon once pass'd passion play pleasure poet poodle poor pray racter red mercury round scene Scholar sense Siebel sing song soon sorrow soul speak spirit strange sublime tell thee thine things thou art thought throng to-day topheles twill unto vex'd voice Walpurgis Night wild Wildfire wine wish Witch words youth
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Página 193 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Página 217 - How am I glutted with conceit of this ! Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Página 202 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 200 - Eve ! But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! — From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won ; An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread ! in.
Página 191 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Página 222 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 196 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 221 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
Página 196 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 197 - To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us?