History of the Revolt of the Netherlands, Continued: Trials of Counts Egmont and Horn. Wallenstein and Wilhelm Tell, Historical Dramas. Tr. from the German

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Страница 242 - The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had her haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished. They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Страница 242 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Страница 323 - Only recur to their first word, although One had been talking reason by the hour ? Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds Are not, like ocean billows, blindly moved. The inner world, his microcosmus, is The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally. They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit — No juggling chance can metamorphose them. Have I the human kernel first examined? Then I know, too, the future will and action.
Страница 530 - Come forth, thou bringer once of bitter pangs, My precious jewel now — my chiefest treasure — A mark I'll set thee, which the cry of grief Could never penetrate — but thou shalt pierce it — And thou, my trusty bowstring, that so oft...
Страница 490 - Nature's primeval state returns again, Where man stands hostile to his fellow man; And if all other means shall fail his need, One last resource remains — his own good sword. Our dearest treasures call to us for aid Against the oppressor's violence; we stand For country, home, for wives, for children here ! ALL (clashing their swords).
Страница 294 - Was not the will kept free ? Beheld I not The road of duty close beside me — but One little step, and once more I was in it! Where am I ? Whither have I been transported ? No road, no track behind me, but a wall, Impenetrable, insurmountable, Rises obedient to the spells...
Страница 198 - Life, life, my father — My venerable father, life has charms Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been But voyaging along its barren coasts, Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates, That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship, House on the wild sea with wild usages, Nor know aught of the main land, but the bays Where safeliest they may venture a thieves
Страница 197 - A higher than the- warrior's excellence. In war itself war is no ultimate purpose. The vast and sudden deeds of violence, Adventures wild, and wonders of the moment, These are not they, my son, that generate The Calm, the Blissful, and the enduring Mighty...

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