FaustusBoosey and Sons, 1821 - 86 pages |
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Angels Art thou beams beautiful behold bitter blank verse Boosey & Sons breath Brocken casket cauldron Chamber Chorus Christopher Marlowe cloven foot crowd Cursed dare dark taunts death demon desires devil dies ira earth elixir elixir vita Engraved by Henry enquires Enter FAUSTUS ev'ry EVIL SPIRIT Exeunt Exit eyes Faustus and Mephistopheles feel fetters flame flower gaze grave gular play hand happy heaven heavenly hell Henry Moses hov'ring human jewels June kiss know'st lips listen look magic man's MARGARET Martha Mephisto Methinks mother ne'er meet night pheles potion pray prison Published by Boosey Retsch ruin scene SCENE.-A seems seize sense shew shrink sight sing SOLILOQUY song soon sorrow soul stand strange sweet thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thro Thy heart trembling Valentine voice WAGNER wild willingly witch withering word yonder young
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Page 64 - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
Page 19 - And flattering spells into a [this] den of grief Lures it, and binds it there. Accursed be All the proud thoughts with which man learns to pamper His haughty spirit — cursed be those sweet Entrancing phantoms which delude our senses — Cursed the dreams which lure us to the search Of fame and reputation, — cursed all Of which we glory in the vain possession, Children and wife, and slave and plough — accursed Be Mammon, when with rich and glittering heaps He tempts us to bold deeds, or when...
Page 19 - Tho" from my heart's wild tempest A sweet remember'd tone recovered me, And all my youth's remaining hopes responded With the soft echo of joys long gone by, Yet do I curse them all— all— all that captivates The soul with juggling witchery, and with false And flattering spells into a [this] den of grief Lures it, and binds it there. Accursed be All the proud thoughts with which man learns to pamper His haughty spirit — cursed be those sweet Entrancing phantoms which...
Page 46 - ... brings me near and nearer to the gods, A fellow, whom I cannot do without. All cold and heartless, he debases me Before myself, and, with a single breath, Blows all the bounties of thy love to nought ; And fans within my breast a raging fire For that fair image, busy to do ill. Thus reel I from desire on to enjoyment, And in enjoyment languish for desire. Enter MEPHISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES. What ! not yet tired of meditation ? Methinks this is a sorry recreation. To try it once or twice might...