Faust Ein Mythos und Seine Bearbeitungen |
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Author:
| von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang |
Read by:
| von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-83579-4 |
Publication Date: | Aug 2009 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | AUD $9.89 |
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: DEDICATION. AGAIN, in deepening beauty, ye float near, Forms, dimly imaged in the days gone by? Is that old fancy to the heart still dear ? To that old spell will ye again reply ? Ye throng before my view, divinely clear, Like sunbeams conquering a cloudy sky Then have me at your will My bosom burns,...
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: DEDICATION. AGAIN, in deepening beauty, ye float near, Forms, dimly imaged in the days gone by? Is that old fancy to the heart still dear ? To that old spell will ye again reply ? Ye throng before my view, divinely clear, Like sunbeams conquering a cloudy sky Then have me at your will My bosom burns, Magic is breathing?youth and joy returns Pictures you bring with you of happy years, Loved shades of other days are rising fast. First-love with early Friendship reappears Like half remembered legends of the past. Wounds bleed anew;?the Plaint pursues with tears The wanderer through life's labyrinthine waste; And names the Good, already past away, Cheated, alas of half life's little day. But, ah they cannot hear my closing song, Those hearts, for whom its earlier notes were tried; Departed is, alas the friendly throng, And dumb the echoes all, that first replied, If some still live this stranger world among, Fortune hath scattered them at distance wide; To men unknown my griefs I now impart, Whose very praises leave me sick at heart. Again it comes a long unwonted feeling? A wish for that calm solemn spirit-land; My wavering song lisps faint, like murmurs, stealing O'er yEol's harp by varying breezes fanned. Tears follow tears, my weaknesses revealing, And silent shudders show a heart unmanned; WHAT IS, in the far distance seems to be, The Past, the Past alone is true to me. chapter{{Section 4FAUST PRELUDE AT THE THEATRE. MANAGER. DRAMATIC POET. MR. MERRYMAN. MANAGER. My two good friends, on whom I have depended, At all times to assist me and advise; Aid your old friend once more?to-night he tries, (And greatly fears the fate that may attend it) For German lands a novel en...