Faust: A Dramatic PoemE. Moxon, 1833 - 291 من الصفحات |
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Allan Cunningham allusion already ALTMAYER amongst angel appears art thou Baubo bear beautiful Blocksberg blood Book of Job bosom BRANDER breast change rings child CHORUS dance death devil earth English eyes fair feel fire FROSCH gentlemen German German language German literature give Goethe Goethe's Gower hear heart heaven heavenly honour Leipzig light lines literally look Lord F lordship MARGARET MARTHA means MEPHISTOPHELES to FAUST mistakes Molière MONKEYS mother nature never night once passage pleasure poem poet poodle poor prose qu'il red mercury round scene sense SIEBEL sings song sort soul spirit stand Stapfer STUDENT supposed sur la table sweet tell thee thing thou art thou hast thought tion topheles tout translation turn VALENTINE WAGNER whilst whole wine wish WITCH word young
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الصفحة 253 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
الصفحة 252 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
الصفحة 217 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
الصفحة 225 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
الصفحة 255 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!
الصفحة 219 - tis a thing impossible to frame Conceptions equal to the Soul's desires ; And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the Soul is competent to gain.
الصفحة 245 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in her nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...
الصفحة 213 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
الصفحة 277 - And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so. And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
الصفحة 225 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!