Marlowe's Faustus: Goethe's FaustG. Routledge and sons, 1889 - 315 Seiten |
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... sense of recovered power . Goethe solved no riddle of life , but he expressed himself , and , through him- self , a world of newly wakened thought among men , with the full sincerity that is of the essence of all high artistic power ...
... sense of recovered power . Goethe solved no riddle of life , but he expressed himself , and , through him- self , a world of newly wakened thought among men , with the full sincerity that is of the essence of all high artistic power ...
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... sense of suffering Deadens life's current at the spring ? From living nature thou hast fled To dwell ' mong fragments of the dead ; And for the lovely scenes which Heaven ; Hath made man for , to man hath given ; FAUST . 91.
... sense of suffering Deadens life's current at the spring ? From living nature thou hast fled To dwell ' mong fragments of the dead ; And for the lovely scenes which Heaven ; Hath made man for , to man hath given ; FAUST . 91.
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... me ! [ He opens the book , and lights upon the sign of MACROCOSMUS . Ha ! what new life divine , intense , Floods in a moment every sense ; I feel the dawn of youth again , Visiting each glowing vein ! Was it a god - 92 FAUST .
... me ! [ He opens the book , and lights upon the sign of MACROCOSMUS . Ha ! what new life divine , intense , Floods in a moment every sense ; I feel the dawn of youth again , Visiting each glowing vein ! Was it a god - 92 FAUST .
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... sense so long I sought in vain : " The Worlde of Spirits no Clouds conceale : Man's Eye is dim , it cannot see . Man's Heart is dead , it cannot feele . Thou , who wouldst knowe the Things that be , The Heart of Earth in the Sunrise red ...
... sense so long I sought in vain : " The Worlde of Spirits no Clouds conceale : Man's Eye is dim , it cannot see . Man's Heart is dead , it cannot feele . Thou , who wouldst knowe the Things that be , The Heart of Earth in the Sunrise red ...
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... sense of inborn powers , Nor feared to mete its strength with ours . Where art thou , Faust ? and , were the accents thine , That rang to me ? the soul that pressed itself to mine ? Art thou the same , whose senses thus are shattered ...
... sense of inborn powers , Nor feared to mete its strength with ours . Where art thou , Faust ? and , were the accents thine , That rang to me ? the soul that pressed itself to mine ? Art thou the same , whose senses thus are shattered ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANGEL art thou blood Bran breast child Chorus Christopher Marlowe Clown creature crowd curse dance death delight devil Ditto Doctor Faustus Don Quixote dost doth dream earth Edition Enter evermore evil EVIL ANGEL Exeunt Exit eyes fair fancies Faust fear feel give goblet happy hast thou hear heart heaven hell HENRY MORLEY hither Horse-c HORSE-COURSER hour Isaac D'Israeli kiss LAURENCE STERNE light live look lord Lucifer magic man's Marg Marlowe Master Doctor Meph Mephistophilis merry mong never night o'er pentagram play pleasant pleasure poor pray Ralph repent Robin rock round SCENE Schol Semichorus sing smile song soul spirit strange sweet Tamburlaine tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought TOPHELES twill voice WALPURGIS NIGHT wander wilt wine Witch words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 64 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite 14 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates ; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Seite 38 - Nor will I henceforth: pardon me in this, And Faustus vows never to look to Heaven, Never to name God, or to pray to him, To burn his Scriptures, slay his ministers, And make my spirits pull his churches down.
Seite 69 - That, when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven ! [The clock strikes the half-hour.] Ah, half the hour is past!
Seite 35 - And long ere this I should have slain myself, Had not sweet pleasure conquer'd deep despair. Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love, and QEnon's death ? And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes, With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die, then, or basely despair? I am resolv'd ; Faustus shall ne'er repent. — Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine astrology.
Seite 68 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul ! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite 69 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Seite 22 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it; Think'st thou that I, that saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss ? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Seite 14 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Seite 63 - His faith is great: I cannot touch his soul; But what I may afflict his body with I will attempt, which is but little worth. FAUST. One thing, good servant...