Goethe's Faust: Faust, part twoJ.M. Dent, 1905 |
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aloft ANAXAGORAS ancient antistrophe BACCALAUREUS Baucis bear beauty billow bliss blossom bosom BOY-CHARIOTEER CHIRON CHORUS Classical cliff dance Devil Dioscuri dost doth E'en earth EMPEROR eternal EUPHORION Eurotas fain fair fairest FAUST favour fire flame Fool foot gaze GENERALISSIMO glance gleam gliding glow Goethe Goethe's gold grace Greek griffins hand haply hast hath HAVEQUICK hear heart HELEN HERALD hither holy HOMUNCULUS honour host hover Ibycus Is't LADY LAMIAE land Lemures light lofty LORD HIGH Lynceus Menelaus MEPHISTOPHELES mind Mothers naught ne'er NEREIDS NEREUS never night o'er Peneus Philemon and Baucis PHORKY PHORKYAS pleasure PLUTUS poet pray PROTEUS Queen realm rhyme round scarce SIRENS softly song soul SPEEDBOOTY SPHINX spirit stand straight straightway swift TELCHINES THALES thee Thessalian thine thou art thou'lt throne thyself treasure Twere unto Walpurgis-Night whilst wilt word yonder youth
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Page 323 - Mephistopheles. Past ! a stupid word. Why past and over ? Past and pure Nothingness ! The same and wholly one ! What boots us then Creation's endless travail > Created but to nothing to unravel ! 'Tis past ! From that what meaning can be twisted > It is as good as had it ne'er existed And yet in cycle moves as if it were. Eternal Emptiness would I prefer. Thus does Goethe drop his plummet into the void, into the other side of the mind of "the Mothers," into the inert malice of the Absolute ; and...
Page 357 - Incarnation, and Resurrection. I can answer all the objections of Satan, and my rebellious reason, with that odde resolution I learned of Tertullian, Certum est quia impossible est.
Page 13 - Phoebus' wheels roll forth in thunder, What a tumult brings the light ! Loud the trump of dawn hath sounded, Eye is dazzled, ear astounded, The Unheard no ear may smite. Slip ye to your silent palace, Deep within the flow'ret's chalice, In the cliffs and 'neath the leaf ! If it reach you, ye are deaf! Life's pulses newly-quickened now awaken, Softly to greet the ethereal twilight leaping ; Thou Earth through this night too hast stood unshaken, And at my feet fresh breathest/from thy sleeping.
Page 395 - I could use no one as the representative of the most modern poetic era but Byron, who is, without question, to be regarded as the greatest talent of the century. And then Byron is not antique, and not romantic; but he is as the present day itself.
Page 177 - Homunculus is it, by Proteus beguiled. The symptoms are these of imperious striving, A dolorous moan fills my heart with misgiving. Himself will he shatter upon the bright throne ! A flame and a flash, an effusion, 'tis done ! SIRENS. What fiery marvel transfigures the billows That sparkling shatter them each on its fellows : So shines it, so surges, sweeps onward in light, The bodies they burn on their path through the night, And all round about us in fire is embosomed.
Page 342 - Tender penitents, your eyes Lift where looks salvation. Gratefully to bliss arise Through regeneration. Each best power, Thy service in, Prove it efficacious. Ever, Virgin, Mother, Queen, Goddess, be Thou gracious ! CHORUS MYSTICUS. /All things corruptible Are but reflection. Earth's insufficiency Here finds perfection. Here the ineffable Wrought is with love. The Eternal-Womanly Draws us above.
Page iii - Neither am I ignorant how fickle and inconstant a thing fiction is, as being subject to be drawn and wrested any way, and how great the commodity of wit and discourse is, that is able to apply things well, yet so as never meant by the first authors.
Page 77 - I will not grudge my praise before thou goest, And well I see that thou the Devil knowest. Here, take this key. FAUST That tiny thing ! MEPHISTOPHELES , If tight Thou grasp it, then its worth thou wilt not slight. FAUST It waxes in my hand, with flames 'tis lit ! MEPHISTOPHELES Aye, soon thou markest what one hath in it. 'Twill scent the proper place out from all others, Follow it down, 'twill lead thee to the Mothers.
Page 47 - ... flee, to read our stories. Thine to paint, to name, to show us, For we all are allegories, Wherefore shouldst thou surely know us. HERALD Nay, thy name I cannot gather, Haply could describe thee rather. BOY-CHARIOTEER Try it, then ! HERALD One must avow Firstly, young and fair art thou, A half-grown stripling — yet the women's pleasure Would be to see thee grown to fullest measure. To me thou dost appear a future wooer, Frail woman's born and sworn undoer. , BOY-CHARIOTEER Nay, that's worth...
Page 404 - When to the moment fleeting past me, Tarry ! I cry, so fair thou art ! Then into fetters mayst thou cast me, Then let comt doom, with all my heart...