Faust: A TragedyW. Smith, 1847 - 338 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 30
Seite x
... hope of passing the abyss without going through " the valley of the shadow of Death . " It is in this struggle between the ambition of our intellect and its narrowed capacity , that poetry has found one of its noblest themes . It has ...
... hope of passing the abyss without going through " the valley of the shadow of Death . " It is in this struggle between the ambition of our intellect and its narrowed capacity , that poetry has found one of its noblest themes . It has ...
Seite 28
... Exit WAGNER . Faust . [ solus . ] How hope dwells only in the brain That is to empty trifling bound ! Gropes greedily for costliest gain , And joyeth when a worm is found ! Dare a mere human voice resound Where spirit - forms 28 FAUST .
... Exit WAGNER . Faust . [ solus . ] How hope dwells only in the brain That is to empty trifling bound ! Gropes greedily for costliest gain , And joyeth when a worm is found ! Dare a mere human voice resound Where spirit - forms 28 FAUST .
Seite 30
... hope , presumes to fly- If quitting space , with bounding spring She soars into infinity , To narrower sphere her course is check'd , And sadly shrink those thoughts sublime , When venture after venture wreck'd Is shatter'd in the gulf ...
... hope , presumes to fly- If quitting space , with bounding spring She soars into infinity , To narrower sphere her course is check'd , And sadly shrink those thoughts sublime , When venture after venture wreck'd Is shatter'd in the gulf ...
Seite 40
... WAGNER . Faust . ' Neath the gay , quickening glance of Spring , Freed from their ice the streamlets flow , Those joys of hope the sunbeams bring Are budding in the vale below ; Old Winter past , and worn and weak , Is 40 FAUST .
... WAGNER . Faust . ' Neath the gay , quickening glance of Spring , Freed from their ice the streamlets flow , Those joys of hope the sunbeams bring Are budding in the vale below ; Old Winter past , and worn and weak , Is 40 FAUST .
Seite 44
... hope , I thought By sighs , and tears , and hands together press'd , That the great God of heaven might be wrought To grant the staying of that wasting pest . To me the multitude's applause Sounds as in mockery or scorn : Oh ! couldst ...
... hope , I thought By sighs , and tears , and hands together press'd , That the great God of heaven might be wrought To grant the staying of that wasting pest . To me the multitude's applause Sounds as in mockery or scorn : Oh ! couldst ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid angel appears art thou Auerbach's Cellar aught Baubo beauty beneath Blocksberg blood Bran breast breath Brocken chorus curse dance dare dark death devil didst doth dream drink E'en earth evil eyes Faust fear feel flame Frosch gaze German give glow Goethe hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell honour intermezzo kiss light live Lord Lucifer magic Marg Margaret Meph Mephisto Mephistopheles mind Monkeys mother nature ne'er neath never night Nostradamus o'er Oberon once pass'd passion play pleasure poet poodle poor pray racter red mercury round scene Scholar sense Siebel sing song soon sorrow soul speak spirit strange sublime tell thee thine things thou art thought throng to-day topheles twill unto vex'd voice Walpurgis Night wild Wildfire wine wish Witch words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 193 - 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.
Seite 217 - 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...
Seite 202 - 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!
Seite 200 - 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.
Seite 191 - 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.
Seite 222 - 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.
Seite 196 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Seite 221 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
Seite 196 - 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...
Seite 197 - 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?