Faust: A Dramatic PoemTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 322 pages |
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... sound of thunder mumbling . Shelley's translation is almost literal ! missed a word - pictures , Mr. Brooks has again missed a word - picture in the words of the sweet , Ophelia - like Margaret . She says : - " Torn is the wreath , that ...
... sound of thunder mumbling . Shelley's translation is almost literal ! missed a word - pictures , Mr. Brooks has again missed a word - picture in the words of the sweet , Ophelia - like Margaret . She says : - " Torn is the wreath , that ...
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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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alludes allusion already ALTMAYER amongst angel appears Auerbach's cellar beautiful Blocksberg Book of Job bosom BRANDER breast Brooks called change rings CHORUS Coleridge Cyprian devil Dies irę earth Edinburgh Review edition English eternal evil Falk feel fire 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 MARGARET MARTHA meaning MEPHISTOPHELES mind MONKEYS mountain nature never night once original Paracelsus passage play pleasure poem poet poetical prose rival song 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 verse voice WAGNER Walpurgis Night whilst whole wine wish WITCH word young
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Page 248 - My eyes are dim with childish tears. My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Page 232 - 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 240 - 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 232 - 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 22 - Rendered almost word for word, without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit. WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness...
Page 217 - To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances, which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; With sun and moon and stars throughout the year, And man and woman; this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talents.
Page 241 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Page 274 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Page 278 - 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 319 - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.