Faust: A TragedyW. Smith, 1847 - 338页 |
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... thee must sport away , The highest right of man , that nature gave ? Through what has he o'er every heart his sway ? By what does he each element control ? Is ' t not the music breathing from his soul , Which , gushing from his heart ...
... thee must sport away , The highest right of man , that nature gave ? Through what has he o'er every heart his sway ? By what does he each element control ? Is ' t not the music breathing from his soul , Which , gushing from his heart ...
第14页
... thee - thy sight Upon thy angels power bestows ; Thy works sublime are now as bright , As on creation's day they rose . Meph . Since that thou dost , O Lord , approach once more , And dost inquire how all things with us go , And ...
... thee - thy sight Upon thy angels power bestows ; Thy works sublime are now as bright , As on creation's day they rose . Meph . Since that thou dost , O Lord , approach once more , And dost inquire how all things with us go , And ...
第15页
... thee ? Meph . The Doctor , Lord ? The Lord . My servant - HE . Meph . In very truth , then , I must own His service is most strangely shown ! The food on which his spirit dwells Befits not with a child of clay , The ferment of his soul ...
... thee ? Meph . The Doctor , Lord ? The Lord . My servant - HE . Meph . In very truth , then , I must own His service is most strangely shown ! The food on which his spirit dwells Befits not with a child of clay , The ferment of his soul ...
第16页
... thee ! For man , until his strife is done , To error link'd , must struggle on . Meph . My thanks for that ! I never sped With any pleasure with the dead ; With fresh , full cheeks I like to roam , But with a corpse I'm not at home ! In ...
... thee ! For man , until his strife is done , To error link'd , must struggle on . Meph . My thanks for that ! I never sped With any pleasure with the dead ; With fresh , full cheeks I like to roam , But with a corpse I'm not at home ! In ...
第21页
... thee , That such a den thy world must be ! And do I ask myself why still So shrinks my heart within my breast ? Why , by a vague and aching chill , Each stirring impulse is represt ? For nature's rich vitality Which God has formed us to ...
... thee , That such a den thy world must be ! And do I ask myself why still So shrinks my heart within my breast ? Why , by a vague and aching chill , Each stirring impulse is represt ? For nature's rich vitality Which God has formed us to ...
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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?