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... thine ear to die ; A rose's breath , that , borne along , I might mix with thy sigh . I do not wish thy heart were won ; - Mine own , with such excess , Would , like the flower beneath the sun , Die with its happiness . I pray for thee ...
... thine ear to die ; A rose's breath , that , borne along , I might mix with thy sigh . I do not wish thy heart were won ; - Mine own , with such excess , Would , like the flower beneath the sun , Die with its happiness . I pray for thee ...
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... thine . Despair ! " Chorus . " Quid sum miser tunc dicturus ? " Margaret . " Help me , I faint . " This closes the cathedral scene . In the next , Faust and Mephistopheles are roam- ing at night over the wild and desolate Hartz mountain ...
... thine . Despair ! " Chorus . " Quid sum miser tunc dicturus ? " Margaret . " Help me , I faint . " This closes the cathedral scene . In the next , Faust and Mephistopheles are roam- ing at night over the wild and desolate Hartz mountain ...
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... thine own ; Thou mov'st - the moth is robb'd of breath , Thou com'st - and vacant is a throne . " Wide the earth ; but not a spot Existeth whereon thou art not : Deep the never slumbering sea ; Its depths are all replete with thee ...
... thine own ; Thou mov'st - the moth is robb'd of breath , Thou com'st - and vacant is a throne . " Wide the earth ; but not a spot Existeth whereon thou art not : Deep the never slumbering sea ; Its depths are all replete with thee ...
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... thine is a lucrative station , And as the proverb avers , a fat sorrow surpasseth a lean one . Such were my thoughts and conduct . How many and great were my merits , S - t - n , thou only canst tell ? Did I not at all times do thy ...
... thine is a lucrative station , And as the proverb avers , a fat sorrow surpasseth a lean one . Such were my thoughts and conduct . How many and great were my merits , S - t - n , thou only canst tell ? Did I not at all times do thy ...
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... thine ears , And pour my tale of sorrow through my tears . One day , to wile the weary hour , we read How Lancelot was by love o'ermastered , Alone we sat , suspicionless , apart ; And as we read , the rushing blood would start Into our ...
... thine ears , And pour my tale of sorrow through my tears . One day , to wile the weary hour , we read How Lancelot was by love o'ermastered , Alone we sat , suspicionless , apart ; And as we read , the rushing blood would start Into our ...
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Page 119 - Now, therein, of all sciences (I speak still of human, and according to the human conceit) is our poet the monarch. For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way as will entice any man to enter into it...
Page 118 - Adam, since our erected wit maketh us know what perfection is, and yet our infected will keepeth us from reaching unto it.
Page 393 - ... settling over some devoted victim of the deep. His eye kindles at the sight, and balancing himself with half-opened wings on the branch, he watches the result. Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear, as it disappears in the deep, making the surges foam around ! At this moment the eager looks of the eagle are all...
Page 370 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Page 118 - ... deeds and praises of their gods, — a sufficient probability that, if ever learning come among them, it must be by having their hard dull wits softened and sharpened with the sweet delights of poetry; for until they find a pleasure in the...
Page 119 - Now doth the peerless poet perform both : for whatsoever the philosopher saith should be done, he giveth a perfect picture of it in some one, by whom he presupposeth it was done. So as he coupleth the general notion with the particular example. A perfect picture, I say; for he yieldeth to the powers of the mind an image of that whereof the philosopher bestoweth but a wordish description: which doth neither strike, pierce, nor possess the sight of the soul so much as that other doth.
Page 121 - I conjure you all that have had the evil luck to read this ink-wasting toy of mine, even in the name of the nine Muses, no more to scorn the sacred mysteries of...
Page 201 - While this, with reverence meet, Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast ; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, — Between let Ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are One.
Page 120 - By these, therefore, examples and reasons, I think it may be manifest, that the poet, with that same hand of delight, doth draw the mind more effectually than any other art doth.
Page 121 - For example, we are ravished with delight to see a fair woman, and yet are far from being moved to laughter. We laugh at deformed creatures wherein certainly we cannot delight.