Faust Ein Mythos und Seine Bearbeitungen |
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Author:
| von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang |
Read by:
| von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-71932-2 |
Publication Date: | Aug 2009 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $9.20 |
Book Description:
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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: PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD. THE HEAVENLY HOSTS?Afternards MEPHISTOPHELES. (The THREE ARCHANGELS come in front.) Raphael. QlTILL doth the Sun, though time is hoary, Make answer to the spheres in song. And his appointed path of glory He speeds with thunderforce along His Vision gives the Angels vigour,...
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: PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD. THE HEAVENLY HOSTS?Afternards MEPHISTOPHELES. (The THREE ARCHANGELS come in front.) Raphael. QlTILL doth the Sun, though time is hoary, Make answer to the spheres in song. And his appointed path of glory He speeds with thunderforce along His Vision gives the Angels vigour, Though fathom it no creature may; The mighty works no thought can figure Are bright as on the primal day Gabriel. And, with a speed which thought outspecdeth, The Earth in beauty twirls its flight; To paradisal day succeedeth The awful presence of the night; In foaming waves the sea is swirling, As up the rocks the surf careers; And onwards rock and sea are whirling, Swept onwards with the rushing spheres Michael. And storms, each roaring to his fellow, From sea to land, from land to sea, Form in their fury, as they bellow, A coiling chain of mystery. A flaming desolation cleareth Before the thunderburst a way? But he that serveth Thee revereth The even tenour of thy day The Three. Thy Vision gives the Angels vigour, Though fathom Thee no creature may; Thy works, past all that thought can figure, Are bright as on the primal day Mkphistopheles. Since Thou, 0 Lord, dost once again draw near To learn how all things fare in thy dependence, And hast not seemed displeased to see me here, You see me with the others, in attendance. No lofty words my lowly thought toils after? Your suite is welcome, if it likes, to scoff; My pathos only would provoke your laughter, If laughter long ago you 'd not left off. Their Suns and Worlds transcend my poor endeavour? I only mark that man torments himself as ever The little god o' th' world the same stamp doth display, And is as wonderful?as on ...