Goethe and Schiller: Their Lives and Works. Including a Commentary on Goethe's Faust

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˹éÒ 424 - Von jener Jugend, die uns nie entfliegt, Von jenem Mut, der früher oder später Den Widerstand der stumpfen Welt besiegt, Von jenem Glauben, der sich, stets erhöhter, Bald kühn hervordrängt, bald geduldig schmiegt, Damit das Gute wirke, wachse, fromme, Damit der Tag dem Edlen endlich komme.
˹éÒ 277 - The sphere of Earth is known enough to me ; The view beyond is barred immutably: A fool, who there his blinking eyes directeth, And o'er his clouds of peers a place expecteth ! Firm let him stand, and look around him well ! This World means something to the Capable. Why needs he through Eternity to wend? He here acquires what he can apprehend.
˹éÒ 170 - Bemühn! Da steh' ich nun, ich armer Thor ! Und bin so klug als wie zuvor...
˹éÒ 278 - Who daily conquers them anew. Thus here, by dangers girt, shall glide away Of childhood, manhood, age, the vigorous day : And such a throng I fain would see Stand on free soil among a people free ! Then dared I hail the moment fleeing, Ah, still delay — thou art so fair...
˹éÒ 282 - Behold, how he each band hath cloven The earthly life had round him thrown. And through his garb, of ether woven, The early force of youth is shown! Vouchsafe to me that I instruct him ! Still dazzles him the Day's new glare. MATER GLORIOSA Rise thou to higher spheres! Conduct him, Who, feeling thee, shall follow there!
˹éÒ 210 - But Margaret thought, with sour grimace, " A gift-horse is not out of place, And, truly ! godless cannot be The one who brought such things to me." A parson came, by the mother bidden : He saw, at once, where the game was hidden, And viewed it with a favor stealthy. He spake : " That is the proper view, — Who overcometh, winneth too. The Holy Church has a stomach healthy : Hath eaten many a land as forfeit, And never yet complained of surfeit : The Church alone, beyond all question, Has for ill-gotten...
˹éÒ 281 - The noble Spirit now is free, And saved from evil scheming : Whoe'er aspires unweariedly Is not beyond redeeming. And if he feels the grace of Love That from On High is given, The Blessed Hosts that wait above, Shall welcome him to Heaven ! THE YOUNGER ANGELS.
˹éÒ 171 - O full and splendid Moon, whom I Have, from this desk, seen climb the sky So many a midnight, — would thy glow For the last time beheld my woe ! Ever thine eye, most mournful friend, O'er books and papers saw me bend ; But would that I, on mountains grand, Amid thy blessed light could stand, With spirits through mountain-caverns hover, Float in thy twilight the meadows over, And, freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me, To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me...
˹éÒ 162 - And swift, and swift beyond conceiving, The splendor of the world goes round, Day's Edenbrightness still relieving The awful Night's intense profound: The ocean-tides in foam are breaking, Against the rocks' deep bases hurled, And both, the spheric race partaking, Eternal, swift, are onward whirled!
˹éÒ 410 - Die Sterne so sich oder anders fügen, Nicht Sinn ist in dem Buche der Natur, Die Traumkunst träumt, und alle Zeichen trügen.

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