Modern German Literature

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Roberts brothers, 1895 - 406 頁
 

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第 190 頁 - When on an idler's bed I stretch myself in quiet, There let, at once, my record end! Canst thou with lying flattery rule me, Until, self-pleased, myself I see, — Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me, Let that day be the last for me! The bet I offer. Mephistopheles Done! Faust And heartily! When thus I hail the Moment flying: "Ah, still delay — thou art so fair!
第 179 頁 - THOU that from the heavens art, Every pain and sorrow stillest, And the doubly wretched heart Doubly with refreshment fillest, I am weary with contending ! Why this rapture and unrest ? Peace descending Come, ah, come into my breast I n.
第 175 頁 - Whenever a countenance struck his fancy, there was an artist settled in Weimar who made a portrait of it. Goethe had quite a gallery of heads, in black and white, taken by this painter. His house was all over pictures, drawings, casts, statues, and medals. Of course I remember very well the perturbation of spirit with which, as a lad of nineteen, I received the long-expected intimation that the Herr Geheimrath would see me on such a morning.
第 176 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 114 頁 - But, mother, the princess won't marry the nasty tailor, even if he does kill the giant.
第 103 頁 - If the Deity held in his right hand all truth, and in his left only the ever-active impulse, the fond desire, and longing after truth, coupled with the condition of constantly erring, and should offer me the choice ; I should humbly turn towards the left, and say, Father, give me this : pure truth is fit for thee alone...
第 175 頁 - We read over endless novels and poems in French, English, and German. My delight in those days was to make caricatures for children. I was touched to find that they were remembered, and some even kept until the present time; and very proud to be told, as a lad, that the great Goethe had looked at some of them.
第 265 頁 - The world is empty, the heart is dead surely, In this world plainly all seemeth amiss : To thy breast, holy one, take now thy little one, I have had earnest of all earth's bliss, Living right lovingly.
第 176 頁 - With a five-and-twenty years' experience since those happy days of which I write, and an acquaintance with an immense variety of human kind, I think I have never seen a society more simple, more charitable, courteous, gentlemanlike than that of the dear little Saxon city, where the good Schiller and the great Goethe lived and lie buried.
第 113 頁 - ... and thought of the great spirits we should meet there, I was as eager for the hours of story-telling as the children themselves ; I was quite curious about the future course of my own improvisation, and any invitation which interrupted these evenings was disagreeable.

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