Goethe's Faust: A Fragment of Socialist Criticism

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C.H. Kerr, 1908 - 127 страница

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Страница 70 - The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his "natural superiors," and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous "cash payment.
Страница 119 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Страница 53 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Страница 71 - Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation. The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honored and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wagelabourers.
Страница 70 - It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervor, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of Philistine sentimentalism in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value and, in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom—free trade.
Страница 54 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Страница 119 - What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Страница 90 - Below the hills a marshy plain Infects what I so long have been retrieving: This stagnant pool likewise to drain Were now my latest and my best achieving. To many millions let me furnish soil...
Страница 91 - Yes ! to this thought I hold with firm persistence ; The last result of wisdom stamps it true : He only earns his freedom and existence, Who daily conquers them...
Страница 41 - I only through the world have flown : Each appetite I seized as by the hair; What not sufficed me, forth I let it fare, And what escaped me, I let go.

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