Faust Ein Mythos und Seine Bearbeitungen |
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Author:
| von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-83587-9 |
Publication Date: | Aug 2009 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $15.89 |
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 Lokd. The Heavenly Hosts. Afterward Mephisi Opheles. The three Archangels come forward.5 RAPHAEL. Still quiring as in ancient time With brother spheres in rival song, The sun with thunder-march sublime Moves his predestined course along. Angels are strengthened by his sight, 5...
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 Lokd. The Heavenly Hosts. Afterward Mephisi Opheles. The three Archangels come forward.5 RAPHAEL. Still quiring as in ancient time With brother spheres in rival song, The sun with thunder-march sublime Moves his predestined course along. Angels are strengthened by his sight, 5 Though fathom him no angel may; Resplendent are the orbs of light, As on creation's primal day. Gabriel. And lightly spins earth's gorgeous sphere, Swifter than thought its rapid flight; Alternates Eden-brightness clear, With solemn, dread-inspiring night; The foaming waves, with murmur hoarse, Against the rocks' deep base, are hurled; And in the sphere's eternal course ;, Are rocks and ocean swiftly whirled. Michael. And rival tempests rush amain From sea to land, from land to sea, And raging form a wondrous chain Of deep mysterious agency; 20 Full in the thunder's fierce career, Flaming the swift destructions play; But, Lord, thy messengers revere The mild procession of thy day. THE THREE. Angels are strengthened by thy sight, 2r Though fathom thee no angel may; Thy works still shine with splendor bright, As on creation's primal day. MEPHISTOPHELES. Since thou, O Lord, approaches us once more, And how it fares with us, to ask art fain, Since thou hast kindly welcomed me of yore, Thou see'st me also now among thy train. Excuse me, fine harangues I cannot make, Though all the circle look on me with scorn; My pathos soon thy laughter would awake, 36 Hadst thou the laughing mood not long forsworn. Of suns and worlds I nothing have to say, I see alone mankind's self-torturing pains. The little world-god still the self-same stamp retains, And is as wondrous now as on the primal day. 40 Better he might have fared, ...