Faust: A Dramatic Poem, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1856 - 322 pages |
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... sound in thy dew ! - Woe is me ! am I still penned up in this dungeon ? — accursed , musty , walled hole ! —where even the precious light of heaven breaks mournfully through painted panes , stinted by this heap of books , which worms ...
... sound in thy dew ! - Woe is me ! am I still penned up in this dungeon ? — accursed , musty , walled hole ! —where even the precious light of heaven breaks mournfully through painted panes , stinted by this heap of books , which worms ...
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... sound well in the mouths of the puppets ! WAGNER . But the world ! the heart and mind of man ! every one would like to know something about that . FAUST . Ay , what is called knowing ! Who dares call the child by its true name ? The few ...
... sound well in the mouths of the puppets ! WAGNER . But the world ! the heart and mind of man ! every one would like to know something about that . FAUST . Ay , what is called knowing ! Who dares call the child by its true name ? The few ...
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... sound ; and yet , accustomed to this sound from infancy , it even now calls me back to life . In other days , the kiss of heavenly love descended upon me in the solemn stillness of the Sabbath ; then the full - toned bell sounded so ...
... sound ; and yet , accustomed to this sound from infancy , it even now calls me back to life . In other days , the kiss of heavenly love descended upon me in the solemn stillness of the Sabbath ; then the full - toned bell sounded so ...
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... sounds thoroughly detestable to me . People run riot as if the devil was driving them , and call it merriment , call it singing . Rustics under the Lime Tree . DANCE AND SONG . The swain dressed himself out for the dance . With parti ...
... sounds thoroughly detestable to me . People run riot as if the devil was driving them , and call it merriment , call it singing . Rustics under the Lime Tree . DANCE AND SONG . The swain dressed himself out for the dance . With parti ...
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... sounds like derision in my ears . Oh ! couldst thou read in my soul how little father and son merited such an honor ! My father was a worthy , sombre man , who , honestly , but in his own way , meditated , with whimsical 60 FAUST .
... sounds like derision in my ears . Oh ! couldst thou read in my soul how little father and son merited such an honor ! My father was a worthy , sombre man , who , honestly , but in his own way , meditated , with whimsical 60 FAUST .
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alludes allusion already ALTMAYER amongst angel appears Auerbach's cellar beautiful Blocksberg Book of Job bosom BRANDER breast called change rings CHORUS Coleridge Cyprian dare devil Dies iræ earth Edinburgh Review edition eternal evil eyes fair Falk feel fire fool Franz Horn FROSCH gentleman German give Goethe Goethe's Faust hand happy hear heart heaven honor Kasperl light living look Lord Madame de Stael magic maiden Maler Müller MARGARET MARTHA mean MEPHISTOPHELES mind MONKEYS mother mountain nature never night once original Paracelsus passage play pleasure poem poet prose round scene sense Shelley SIEBEL sing song sort soul spirit stand Stieglitz STUDENT sweet tell thee things thou art thou hast thought tion topheles translation voice WAGNER Walpurgis Night whilst whole wine wish WITCH word young
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Page 280 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!
Page 13 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 242 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Page 227 - If we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera sera, What will be, shall be?
Page 234 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
Page 234 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Page 276 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Page 267 - O surer than suspicion's hundred eyes Is that fine sense, which to the pure in heart, By mere oppugnancy of their own goodness, Reveals the approach of evil.
Page 243 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Page 221 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so, And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow ; And, with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.