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Page 33 - Gerettet ist das edle Glied Der Geisterwelt vom Bösen: Wer immer strebend sich bemüht, Den können wir erlösen. Und hat an ihm die Liebe gar Von oben teilgenommen, Begegnet ihm die selige Schar Mit herzlichem Willkommen.
Page 55 - I will lie and dream of the past time, /^Eons of thought away, And through the jungle of memory Loosen my fancy to play; When, a smooth and velvety tiger, Ribbed with yellow and black, Supple and cushion-footed I wandered, where never the track Of a human creature had rustled The silence of mighty woods, And, fierce in a tyrannous freedom, I knew but the law of my moods. The elephant, trumpeting, started, When he heard my footstep near, And the spotted giraffes fled wildly In a yellow cloud of fear.
Page 29 - Erfahre sie, wie ich geschwind Mich mit Verwünschung von dir wende ! Die Menschen sind im ganzen Leben blind, Nun, Fauste, werde du's am Ende!
Page 57 - ... passions, Its poor and petty strife! Come to my arms, my hero, The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger's ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow. Come not cringing to sue me! Take me with triumph and power, As a warrior storms a fortress! I will not shrink or cower. Come as you came in the desert, Ere we were women and men, When the tiger passions were in us, And love as you loved me then!
Page 56 - I lay couching there, Till his blood was drained by the desert; And, ruffled with triumph and power. He licked me and lay beside me To breathe him a vast half-hour. Then down to the fountain we loitered. Where the antelopes came to drink ; Like a bolt we sprang upon them, Ere they had time to shrink; We drank their blood and crushed them. And tore them limb from limb. And the hungriest lion doubted Ere he disputed with him.
Page 308 - ... the choice of being born when we would ; that of dying when we would, they have. Thank them for it, as one among the most excellent of their gifts, and remain or go, as utility or dignity may require. Whatever can happen to a wise and virtuous man from his worst enemy, whatever is most dreaded by the inconsiderate and irresolute, has happened to him frequently from himself, and not only without his inconvenience, but without his observation. We are prisoners as often as we bolt our doors, exiles...
Page 55 - Quivering along the glade, Or yawning, panting, and dreaming, Basked in the tamarisk shade, Till I heard my wild mate roaring, As the shadows of night came on, To brood in the trees' thick branches And the shadow of sleep was gone ; Then I roused, and roared in answer, And unsheathed from my cushioned feet My curving claws, and stretched me, And wandered my mate to greet. We toyed in the amber moonlight, Upon the warm flat sand, And struck at each...
Page 57 - That was a life to live for! Not this weak human life, With its frivolous, bloodless passions, Its poor and petty strife! Come to my arms, my hero, The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger's ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow. Come not cringing to sue me! Take me with triumph and power, As a warrior storms a fortress! I will not shrink or cower.
Page 55 - Then I roused, and roared in answer. And unsheathed from my cushioned feet My curving claws, and stretched me. And wandered my mate to greet. We toyed in the amber moonlight, Upon the warm flat sand, And struck at each other our massive arms, — How powerful he was and grand! His yellow eyes flashed fiercely As he crouched and gazed at me. And his quivering tail, like a serpent. Twitched, curving nervously. Then like a storm he seized me, With a wild triumphant cry, And we met, as two clouds in...