Faust: A Tragedy

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Frederick Warne and Company, 1880 - 636 стор.
 

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Сторінка 179 - Soft yielding minds to Water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on Earth to roam. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
Сторінка 267 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Сторінка 158 - To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances, which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; With sun and moon and stars throughout the year, And man and woman; this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talents.
Сторінка 507 - All things transitory But as symbols are sent : Earth's insufficiency Here grows to Event : The Indescribable, Here it is done : The Woman-Soul leadeth us Upward and on ! NOTES.
Сторінка 230 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Сторінка 186 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions : So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than my life.
Сторінка 220 - To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in' the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine...
Сторінка 613 - And I went unto the prophetess ; and she conceived, and bare a son. Then said the LORD to me, Call his name Maher-shalal-hashbaz.
Сторінка 268 - If we say that we have' no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
Сторінка 215 - Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

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