Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthdayJ. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... morning at my class ? There was noise and crowd enough . I saw you not . Surely you know I am engaged to fill The chair here ? -that ' tis part of my proud fate To lecture to as many thick - sculled youths As please , each day , to ...
... morning at my class ? There was noise and crowd enough . I saw you not . Surely you know I am engaged to fill The chair here ? -that ' tis part of my proud fate To lecture to as many thick - sculled youths As please , each day , to ...
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... seems to spell , Dimly , the characters a simpler man Might read distinct enough . Old eastern books Say , the fallen prince of morning some short space Satan Remained unchanged in feature - nay , his brow Seemed PARACELSUS . 63.
... seems to spell , Dimly , the characters a simpler man Might read distinct enough . Old eastern books Say , the fallen prince of morning some short space Satan Remained unchanged in feature - nay , his brow Seemed PARACELSUS . 63.
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... morning - Basil being drained Of its wise population , every corner Of the amphitheatre crammed with learned clerks , Here Ecolampadius , looking worlds of wit , Here Castellanus , as profound as he , Munsterus here , Frobenius there ...
... morning - Basil being drained Of its wise population , every corner Of the amphitheatre crammed with learned clerks , Here Ecolampadius , looking worlds of wit , Here Castellanus , as profound as he , Munsterus here , Frobenius there ...
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... morning's strange encounter - you Beside me once again ! you , whom I guessed Alive , since hitherto ( with Luther's leave ) No friend have I among the saints at rest , To judge by any good their prayers effect― I knew you would have ...
... morning's strange encounter - you Beside me once again ! you , whom I guessed Alive , since hitherto ( with Luther's leave ) No friend have I among the saints at rest , To judge by any good their prayers effect― I knew you would have ...
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... morning glimmers feebly — yet no change ! Another night , and still no sigh has stirred That fallen discoloured mouth , no pang relit Those fixed eyes , quenched by the decaying body , Like torch - flame choked in dust : while all ...
... morning glimmers feebly — yet no change ! Another night , and still no sigh has stirred That fallen discoloured mouth , no pang relit Those fixed eyes , quenched by the decaying body , Like torch - flame choked in dust : while all ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adolf Asolo Avicenna Basil Berth beside better brow Chambery Charles Cleves Clug Court Courtiers crown D'Ormea dare dear Aureole doubt dream Duchess Duke earth Einsiedeln eyes face faint father fear Fest Festus fool Gaucelme Girl give God's Guibert hair hand hate hear heart heaven hope Jules Juliers keep King lady laugh leave live look Luigi Malamocco Michal mind morning ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Otti Paracelsus pause PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno praise Prince Berthold prove ROBERT BROWNING Sardinia saw thro seems sing Sire smile soul Spain speak spirit stay strange strength sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth Turin turn Twas VALENCE Victor what's words wrongs Würzburg
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
Página 165 - ... day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
Página 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay. For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed...
Página 172 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work— God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,
Página 181 - God's messenger thro' the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Sebald.
Página 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...
Página 29 - See if we cannot beat thine angels yet! Such is my task. I go to gather this The sacred knowledge, here and there dispersed About the world, long lost or never found.
Página 147 - The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows : when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers — then, not till then, I say, begins man's general infancy.
Página 145 - The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado ; Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy ; Afar the ocean sleeps ; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe Of nested limpets ; savage creatures seek Their loves in wood and plain — and God renews His ancient rapture.
Página 152 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.