Faust: A TragedyJ. Ollivier, 1847 - 8 pàgines |
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Pàgina 149
... SIEBEL . Who quarrels , we will shew the door Good fellows all , sing , shout , and roar , And swill away , Ho ! Hollo ! Ho ! ALTMAJER . Oh , mercy , bring some cotton here , I'm floored , the fellow splits my ear . SIEBEL . When the ...
... SIEBEL . Who quarrels , we will shew the door Good fellows all , sing , shout , and roar , And swill away , Ho ! Hollo ! Ho ! ALTMAJER . Oh , mercy , bring some cotton here , I'm floored , the fellow splits my ear . SIEBEL . When the ...
Pàgina 150
... con- vey a renunciation of his authority . + Den ausschlag gibt , the tongue of the scales , striking out to one side , indicating to which side the scale inclines . SIEBEL . No salute to the sweetheart , I'll stand 150 THE TRAGEDY .
... con- vey a renunciation of his authority . + Den ausschlag gibt , the tongue of the scales , striking out to one side , indicating to which side the scale inclines . SIEBEL . No salute to the sweetheart , I'll stand 150 THE TRAGEDY .
Pàgina 151
... SIEBEL . Ay , sing and praise her in your senseless catches , I , in my turn , will laugh to see Her humbug you as she humbugged me . For a lover a Cobold be on her bestowed , That will woo her , as fit , on a ghostly cross - road . Or ...
... SIEBEL . Ay , sing and praise her in your senseless catches , I , in my turn , will laugh to see Her humbug you as she humbugged me . For a lover a Cobold be on her bestowed , That will woo her , as fit , on a ghostly cross - road . Or ...
Pàgina 153
... SIEBEL . How they rejoice , these fellows rude , A proper art , it seems to me , For the poor rats that poison strewed . BRANDER . They in your favour seem to be . ALTMAJER . The fat man with the pate so bald , With ill - luck , tame ...
... SIEBEL . How they rejoice , these fellows rude , A proper art , it seems to me , For the poor rats that poison strewed . BRANDER . They in your favour seem to be . ALTMAJER . The fat man with the pate so bald , With ill - luck , tame ...
Pàgina 154
... here they seem to be . FROSCH . Thou art right , my Leipzig is the place for me , It is a little Paris - forms its men . SIEBEL . For what takest thou the strangers then ? FROSCH . Let me alone , e're one a bumper 154 THE TRAGEDY .
... here they seem to be . FROSCH . Thou art right , my Leipzig is the place for me , It is a little Paris - forms its men . SIEBEL . For what takest thou the strangers then ? FROSCH . Let me alone , e're one a bumper 154 THE TRAGEDY .
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
16th century Accursed already ALTMAJER angel animal art thou aught bear behold Belial Blocksberg bosom BRANDER breast bring canst child CHORUS dance dare dear deep delight devil divine door dost thou doth earth eternal evil eyes fair FAUST feel fire flame FROSCH gaze Germany give gladly glorious glow Goethe harmony hast thou hath hear heart heaven heisa holy honour Incubus Juch lady light look Lord mankind MARGARET MARTHA MEPHISTOPHELES mind mother Natural Theology nature ne'er never night nought o'er once Open bolt Paradise Lost pleasure poodle pray round Salamander seems seizes SEMICHORUS sense shew SIEBEL sing soar song soul Spinoza spirit stars sweet thee thine things thou art thought thyself to-day topheles truth unto WAGNER WALPURGIS NIGHT whilst whole wine WITCH word young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 14 - 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.
Pàgina 6 - Therefore, because the acts or events of true history have not that magnitude which satisfieth the mind of man, poesy feigneth acts and events greater and more heroical ; because true history propoundeth the successes and issues of actions not so agreeable to the merits of virtue and vice, therefore poesy feigns them more just in retribution, and more according to revealed providence...
Pàgina 23 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury and outrage: and when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Pàgina 23 - Belial came last, than whom a Spirit more lewd Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for itself...
Pàgina 13 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest ? Or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? Or who laid the corner stone thereof ; When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Pàgina 67 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave, Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Pàgina 16 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead ! Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony. This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes...
Pàgina 5 - We owe the great writers of the golden age of our literature to that fervid awakening of the public mind which shook to dust the oldest and most oppressive form of the Christian religion.
Pàgina 33 - Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
Pàgina 126 - Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams Feeling himself, his own low self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole one self! self, that no alien knows! Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel ! Self, spreading still ! Oblivious of its own, Yet all of all possessing...