Paracelsus, Tema 366E. Wilson, 1835 - 216 páginas |
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... wind , hankering after pining leaves . Autumn would fain be sunny — I would look Liker my nature's truth ; and both are frail , And both beloved for all their frailty ! Mich . Aureole ! ... Par . Drop by drop ! —she is weeping like a ...
... wind , hankering after pining leaves . Autumn would fain be sunny — I would look Liker my nature's truth ; and both are frail , And both beloved for all their frailty ! Mich . Aureole ! ... Par . Drop by drop ! —she is weeping like a ...
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... winds — what wind that ever raved Shall vex that ash that overlooks the rest , So proud it wears its berries . Ah ! at length , The old smile meet for her , the lady of this Sequester'd nest ! This kingdom , limited Alone by one old ...
... winds — what wind that ever raved Shall vex that ash that overlooks the rest , So proud it wears its berries . Ah ! at length , The old smile meet for her , the lady of this Sequester'd nest ! This kingdom , limited Alone by one old ...
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... wind In these bright chambers , level with the air , See thou to it but if my spirit fail , My once proud spirit forsake me at the last , Hast thou done well by me ? So do not thou ! Crush not my mind , dear God , though I be crush'd ...
... wind In these bright chambers , level with the air , See thou to it but if my spirit fail , My once proud spirit forsake me at the last , Hast thou done well by me ? So do not thou ! Crush not my mind , dear God , though I be crush'd ...
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... , but still the selfsame spirit— As one spring wind unbinds the mountain snow , And comforts violets in their hermitage . But master , poet , who hast done all this , How didst thou ' scape the ruin I have met 66 PARACELSUS .
... , but still the selfsame spirit— As one spring wind unbinds the mountain snow , And comforts violets in their hermitage . But master , poet , who hast done all this , How didst thou ' scape the ruin I have met 66 PARACELSUS .
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... wind astir Within the trees ; the embers too are grey , Morn must be near . Fest . Best ope the casement : see The ... wind slips whispering from bough to bough . Par . Ay ; you would gaze on a wind 120 PARACELSUS .
... wind astir Within the trees ; the embers too are grey , Morn must be near . Fest . Best ope the casement : see The ... wind slips whispering from bough to bough . Par . Ay ; you would gaze on a wind 120 PARACELSUS .
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Términos y frases comunes
aims Alsatia amid Aprile aspire aught Avicenna awhile Azoth Basil behold beside better blind born brow calm Carinthia chance Colmar dare dear Aureole Dear Festus delight despair doubt dream earth Ecolampadius Einsiedeln Erastus eyes fail'd faint fate fear Fenchurch Street Fest fool Galen gaze glad glorious God's gone grave happy hate heart Hohenheim hope hopes and fears labours laudanum laugh light live look man's mankind Michal mighty mortal ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Paracelsus passionate past praise proud quæ rest reward ROBERT BROWNING sages Salzburg scorn secret seek sing sleep smile soul speak spirit splendour star stay strange strength success sure sweet tell thee Theophrastus thine things thought toil true trust truth Villach weak weary wherefore wonder words Würzburg youth Zurich
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Página 36 - 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 189 - Then all is still: earth is a wintry clod; But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes Over its breast to waken it; rare verdure Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost, Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face...
Página 192 - For these things tend still upward, progress is 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...
Página 28 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way — I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, In some time — his good time — I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 191 - Hints and previsions of which faculties, Are strewn confusedly everywhere about The inferior natures, and all lead up higher, All shape out dimly the superior race, The heir of hopes too fair to turn out false, And man appears at last.
Página 18 - Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart ! Ask the geier-eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating...
Página 148 - On rugged stones strewn here and there, but piled In order once : then follows — mark what follows ! " The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung "To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Página 166 - T is only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you ; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you and you know them...
Página 122 - The rock, their barren bed, one diamond. But were it so — were man all mind — he gains A station little enviable. From God Down to the lowest spirit ministrant, Intelligence exists which casts our mind Into immeasurable shade. No, no: Love, hope, fear, faith — these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character, And these I have lost!
Página 71 - t is not too late. I have a quiet home for us, and friends. Michal shall smile on you. Hear you ? Lean thus, And breathe my breath. I shall not lose one word Of all your speech, one little word, Aprile ! Apr.