Faust: A Dramatic Poem

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E. Moxon & Company, 1860 - 245 pagina's
 

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Pagina 167 - And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven : and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it...
Pagina 176 - For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which is far better : nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you.
Pagina 175 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Pagina 167 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Pagina 155 - And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so. And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
Pagina 201 - With sloping masts, and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head ; The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Pagina 202 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted ; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Pagina 202 - Coffins stood round, like open presses; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish...
Pagina 206 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!
Pagina 175 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!

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