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الصفحة 123
... OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO ( still in the distance ) . Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new visitors ! Acknowledge , friend ! that never was a camp , Which held at once so many heads of heroes . [ Approaching nearer ...
... OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO ( still in the distance ) . Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new visitors ! Acknowledge , friend ! that never was a camp , Which held at once so many heads of heroes . [ Approaching nearer ...
الصفحة 124
... OCTAVIO ( interposing and addressing QUESTENBERG ) My noble friend , This is no more than a remembrancing That you are now in camp , and among warriors . The soldier's boldness constitutes his freedom . Talk even so ? One runs into the ...
... OCTAVIO ( interposing and addressing QUESTENBERG ) My noble friend , This is no more than a remembrancing That you are now in camp , and among warriors . The soldier's boldness constitutes his freedom . Talk even so ? One runs into the ...
الصفحة 125
... OCTAVIO . Beware , you do not think , OCTAVIO . Now you see yourself Of what a perilous kind the office is , Which you deliver to me from the Court . The least suspicion of the General Costs me my freedom and my life , and would But ...
... OCTAVIO . Beware , you do not think , OCTAVIO . Now you see yourself Of what a perilous kind the office is , Which you deliver to me from the Court . The least suspicion of the General Costs me my freedom and my life , and would But ...
الصفحة 126
... OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush - There he comes ! SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , QUESTENBERG . MAX . Ha ! there he is himself . Welcome , my father ! [ He embraces his father . As he turns round , he observes ...
... OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush - There he comes ! SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , QUESTENBERG . MAX . Ha ! there he is himself . Welcome , my father ! [ He embraces his father . As he turns round , he observes ...
الصفحة 127
... OCTAVIO . What ails thee ? What so moves thee all at once ? MAX . Peace have I ne'er beheld ? I have beheld it . From thence am I come hither : O ! that sight , It glimmers still before me , like some landscape Left in the distance ...
... OCTAVIO . What ails thee ? What so moves thee all at once ? MAX . Peace have I ne'er beheld ? I have beheld it . From thence am I come hither : O ! that sight , It glimmers still before me , like some landscape Left in the distance ...
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الصفحة 64 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
الصفحة 300 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order; judgement ever awake and steady self-possession, with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement...
الصفحة 65 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
الصفحة 70 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 62 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
الصفحة 373 - All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous, and to the wicked; to the good and to the clean, and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth, and to him that sacrificeth not: as is the good, so is the sinner; and he that sweareth, as he that feareth an oath.
الصفحة 66 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
الصفحة 67 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
الصفحة 43 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought...
الصفحة 43 - ... mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe, shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.