The Life of Goethe, 第 2 卷

F. A. Brockhaus, 1864

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第 58 頁 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
第 285 頁 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
第 241 頁 - The intended theme of the Faust is the consequences of a misology, or hatred and depreciation of knowledge caused by an originally intense thirst for knowledge baffled. But a love of knowledge for itself, and for pure ends, would never produce such a misology, but only a love of it for base and unworthy purposes.
第 45 頁 - When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed ; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed : When I...
第 326 頁 - Rauch's statuette. His complexion was very bright, clear and rosy. His eyes extraordinarily dark, piercing and brilliant. I felt quite afraid before them, and recollect comparing them to the eyes of the hero of a certain romance called Melmoth the Wanderer...
第 18 頁 - Back to Greece the sister bring, Who in the sanctuary on Tauris' shore Unwillingly abides ; so ends the curse ! " To Phoebus' sister we applied the words, And he referred to thee. The bonds severe, Which held thee from us, holy one, are rent; And thou art ours once more. At thy blest touch, I felt myself restored.
第 229 頁 - I expected, they would have contained beauties superficial and alluring, but by no means such as would have entitled them to the great reputation which they have so long and so justly obtained.
第 149 頁 - East ; remained there two years studying the Camel in its habits ; and returned with a thick volume of facts, arranged without order, expounded without philosophy, but serving as valuable materials for all who came after him. The German, despising the frivolity of the Frenchman, and the unphilosophic matter-of-factness of the Englishman, retired to his study, there to construct the Idea of a Camel from out of the depths of his Moral Consciousness. And he is still at it.
第 308 頁 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
第 328 頁 - Uber alien Gipfeln 1st Ruh, In alien Wipfeln Spiirest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vogelein schweigen im Walde, Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch.