Outline Study of Browning's Paracelsus: With a Sketch of the Paracelsus of History

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Riverside Publishing Company, 1889 - 46 páginas
 

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Página 9 - 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 fireballs, 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 45 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Página 29 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast — its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day ! You understand me ? I have said enough ? Fest.
Página 11 - Are there not, Festus, are there not, dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of the diver, One — when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge, One — when, a prince, he rises with his pearl ? Festus, I plunge ! Fest.
Página 29 - To trace love's faint beginnings in mankind, To know even hate is but a mask of love's, To see a good in evil, and a hope In ill-success; to sympathize, be proud Of their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim Struggles for truth,' their poorest fallacies, Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts; All with a touch of nobleness, despite Their error, upward tending all though weak, Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb...
Página 23 - Our isles are just at hand," they cried, " Like cloudlets faint in even sleeping. Our temple-gates are opened wide, Our olive-groves thick shade are keeping For these majestic forms " — they cried. Oh, then we awoke with sudden start From our deep dream, and knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, Which had received our precious freight : Yet we called out — " Depart ! Our gifts, once given, must here abide. Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work,
Página 14 - tis clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Página 14 - This done, to perfect and consummate all, Even as a luminous haze links star to star, I would supply all chasms with music, breathing Mysterious motions of the soul, no way To be defined save in strange melodies.
Página 15 - Die not, Aprile ! We must never part. Are we not halves of one dissevered world, Whom this strange chance unites once more ? Part ? never ! Till thou the lover, know ; and I, the knower, Love — until both are saved.
Página 29 - My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That, after last, returns the first, Though a wide compass round be fetched; That what began best, can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once, prove accursed.

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