Faust: A Dramatic Poem, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1856 - 322 страница |
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... honored sir . [ FAUST exit . A love - sick fool like this puffs away sun , moon , and all the stars indifferently , by way of pastime for his mistress . 9 THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE . MARTHA alone . God forgive my FAUST . 131.
... honored sir . [ FAUST exit . A love - sick fool like this puffs away sun , moon , and all the stars indifferently , by way of pastime for his mistress . 9 THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE . MARTHA alone . God forgive my FAUST . 131.
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... Martha ! MARTHA . What is the matter , Margaret ? MARGARET . My knees almost sink under me ! I have found just such another ebony casket in my press - and things absolutely magnificent , far costlier than the first . MARTHA . You must ...
... Martha ! MARTHA . What is the matter , Margaret ? MARGARET . My knees almost sink under me ! I have found just such another ebony casket in my press - and things absolutely magnificent , far costlier than the first . MARTHA . You must ...
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... Martha Schwerdtlein . MARTHA . I am she ; what is your pleasure , sir ? MEPHISTOPHELES ( aside to her . ) I know you now - that is enough . You have a vis- itor of distinction there . Excuse the liberty I have taken . I will call again ...
... Martha Schwerdtlein . MARTHA . I am she ; what is your pleasure , sir ? MEPHISTOPHELES ( aside to her . ) I know you now - that is enough . You have a vis- itor of distinction there . Excuse the liberty I have taken . I will call again ...
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... MARTHA . What do you bring , then ? I am very curious- MEPHISTOPHEles . I wish I had better news . I hope you will not make me suffer for it . Your husband is dead , and sends you his compliments . MARTHA . Is dead ! the good soul ! Oh ...
... MARTHA . What do you bring , then ? I am very curious- MEPHISTOPHEles . I wish I had better news . I hope you will not make me suffer for it . Your husband is dead , and sends you his compliments . MARTHA . Is dead ! the good soul ! Oh ...
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... MARTHA . Relate to me the close of his life . MEPHISTOPHELES . He lies buried in Padua , at St. Antony's , in a spot well consecrated for a bed of rest , eternally cool . MARTHA . Have you nothing else for me ? MEPHISTOPHELES . Yes , a ...
... MARTHA . Relate to me the close of his life . MEPHISTOPHELES . He lies buried in Padua , at St. Antony's , in a spot well consecrated for a bed of rest , eternally cool . MARTHA . Have you nothing else for me ? MEPHISTOPHELES . Yes , a ...
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Страница 227 - 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 sera sera, What will be, shall be?
Страница 234 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
Страница 234 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Страница 276 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Страница 267 - O surer than suspicion's hundred eyes Is that fine sense, which to the pure in heart, By mere oppugnancy of their own goodness, Reveals the approach of evil.
Страница 243 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Страница 221 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so, And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow ; And, with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.