Faust: A TragedyW. Smith, 1847 - 338页 |
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第8页
... leaves , a garland fair , That , greatness , worth of every kind Will , as a wreath of honour , wear ? What is it climbs Olympus ' height , Makes gods but equals of its own ? ' Tis of the soul that power and might , As through the POET ...
... leaves , a garland fair , That , greatness , worth of every kind Will , as a wreath of honour , wear ? What is it climbs Olympus ' height , Makes gods but equals of its own ? ' Tis of the soul that power and might , As through the POET ...
第14页
... leave - appears to me Like to those long - legg'd grasshoppers , that pass A short - lived flight upon the wing , But quickly fall again , and sing The same old song amid the grass ! Well , were that all ! that there the fall would ...
... leave - appears to me Like to those long - legg'd grasshoppers , that pass A short - lived flight upon the wing , But quickly fall again , and sing The same old song amid the grass ! Well , were that all ! that there the fall would ...
第23页
... leaves of the volume , and sees the sign of the Microcosm . How differently I feel before this sign ! Thou , Spirit of the Earth , art to me nigher , My faculties I feel already higher , Already do I glow like new - press'd wine ...
... leaves of the volume , and sees the sign of the Microcosm . How differently I feel before this sign ! Thou , Spirit of the Earth , art to me nigher , My faculties I feel already higher , Already do I glow like new - press'd wine ...
第27页
... leaves the autumn sees Hang dry and wither'd on the trees , Sighs drearily its autumn song ! Wag . Ah , God ! the span of life is brief , And art is long and hard to find ! The critic's toil too , I , with grief , Feel injures oft both ...
... leaves the autumn sees Hang dry and wither'd on the trees , Sighs drearily its autumn song ! Wag . Ah , God ! the span of life is brief , And art is long and hard to find ! The critic's toil too , I , with grief , Feel injures oft both ...
第43页
... leave them then ! " But he the maiden coax'd aside , While sounds the fiddle gaily plied— Hurra , hurra , Tira , lira , And shouts of laughter , far and wide , From that old linden tree beside . Old Peas . Ah ! Doctor , this is good ...
... leave them then ! " But he the maiden coax'd aside , While sounds the fiddle gaily plied— Hurra , hurra , Tira , lira , And shouts of laughter , far and wide , From that old linden tree beside . Old Peas . Ah ! Doctor , this is good ...
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第193页 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
第217页 - How am I glutted with conceit of this ! Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
第202页 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
第200页 - Eve ! But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine ! — From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won ; An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread ! in.
第191页 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
第222页 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
第196页 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
第221页 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
第196页 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
第197页 - To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish, and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us?