Goethe and Schiller: Their Lives and Works. Including a Commentary on Goethe's Faust, เล่มที่ 27;เล่มที่ 782C. Scribner's sons, 1879 - 424 หน้า |
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หน้า 155 - Und was der ganzen Menschheit zugetheilt ist, Will ich in meinem innern Selbst genießen, Mit meinem Geist das Höchst' und Tiefste greifen, Ihr Wohl und Weh auf meinen Busen' häufen, Und so mein eigen Selbst zu ihrem Selbst erweitern, Und, wie sie selbst, am End
หน้า 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.
หน้า 194 - 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 1 The bet I offer. MEPHISTOPHELES. Done! FAUST. And heartily ! When thus I hail the Moment flying: " Ah, still delay — thou art so fair...
หน้า 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.
หน้า 195 - And heartily When thus I hail the Moment flying : " Ah, still delay— thou art so fair ! " Then bind me in thy bonds undying. My final ruin then declare ! Then let the death-bell chime the token, Then art thou from thy service free ! The clock may stop, the hand be broken, Then Time be finished unto me I MEPHISTOPHELES.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 133 - and how could I, to whom culture and barbarism are alone of importance, hate a nation which is among the most cultivated of the earth, and to which I owe so great a part of my own cultivation?
หน้า 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...
หน้า 239 - Thine am I, Father! rescue me! Ye angels, holy cohorts, guard me, Camp around, and from evil ward me! Henry! I shudder to think of thee.
หน้า 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!