The Undivine Comedy: And Other Poems

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J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Polish poetry - 513 pages
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Page 220 - God had no pity upon us ! Hurrah ! Kings had no pity upon us ! Hurrah ! Our lords had no pity upon us ! Hurrah ! We give up God, kings, nobles ! Hurrah ! Had enough of them all ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Count Henry [to a Girl] — I'm glad to see you look so fresh and gay. Girl — I'm sure we've waited long enough for such A day as this ! I've scrubbed, and washed the dishes, Cleaned knives and forks, for many a weary year, And never heard a good word said to me. 'Tis high time now I should begin to eat...
Page 174 - In dying agonies, or yet to be Doomed to sad memories, or prophecies, Perchance remorse, or vague presentiments, — Who gives himself to thee ! for everywhere Thou ruinest wholly those who consecrate Themselves, with all they are, to .thee alone, Who solely live the voices of thy glory! Blessed is he in whom thou mak'st thy home, As God dwelt in the world, concealed, unknown, But grand and mighty in each separate part: The unseen God, before whom creatures bow. And kneeling cry, " Behold Him ! He...
Page 173 - Whatever thou look'st upon is thine ! Coasts, ships, Men, mountains, cities, all belong to thee ! Master of Heaven as earth, it seems as naught Could equal thee in glory ! Together, then untwin'st them like a wreath, As wild caprice may guide thy flame-lit fingers ! Thou forcest tears, then driest them with a smile ; Then scar'st away the smile from paling lips, Perhaps but for a moment, a few hours, Perhaps for evermore ! But thou ! — What dost thou feel, and what create 1 A living stream of beauty...
Page 173 - Master of Heaven as earth, it seems as naught Could equal thee in glory! To ears which heed thy lays, thou givest joys, Raptures ineffable ! Thou weavest hearts Together, then untwin'st them like a wreath, As wild caprice may guide thy flame-lit fingers! Thou forcest tears, then driest them...
Page 270 - Whose gushing blood is this beneath our feet? Naught is behind us save the castle court; Whatever is, I see, and there is no one near. — We are alone — and yet there surely stands Another here between us! Leonard — I can see nothing but this bloody corpse! Pancras — The corpse of his old faithful servant — dead! It is a living spirit haunts this spot! This is his cap and belt; look at his arms; There is the rock o'erhanging the abyss; And on that spot it was his great heart broke! Leonard...
Page 201 - SCENE III. A gorge in the midst of the mountains. COUNT HENRY alone. Count Henry — I've sought through many weary years to find The last word of all science, feelings, thoughts, To solve the problem of our destiny ; And in the depths of my own heart I've found The tomb's dark nothingness...
Page 504 - ... again feel thy youth returning upon thee, thou wilt remember thy long night of death, the terrible phantoms of thy protracted agonies. Weep not then, O Mother ! weep not for those who fell in glorious battle, nor for those who perished on alien soil, — although their flesh was torn by the vulture and devoured by the wolf, they...
Page 221 - ... meanness, We have suffered one by one ; We are rushing into freedom, Now our shameful work is done; Brothers, drink in the light of the sun ! Count Henry — Whose are the voices harsher than the rest, More savage, from the mound upon our left ? Neophyte — Chorus of Butchers — The cleaver and ax are our weapons; In the slaughter-house pass we our lives; We love the blood hue, and we care not What we strike with our keen-bladed knives: Aristocrats, calves, lambs, or cattle, All die when our...
Page 173 - Thou forcest tears, then driest them with a smile ; Then scar'st away the smile from paling lips, Perhaps but for a moment, a few hours, Perhaps for evermore ! But thou ! — What dost thou feel, and what create 1 A living stream of beauty flows through thee, But Beauty thou art not ! woe ! woe to thee ! The weeping child upon its mother's breast, The field flower knowing not its perfumed gift, More merit have before the Lord than thou ! Whence com'st thou, fleeting shadow ? to the Light Still bearing...
Page 272 - They shut out nothing ! I can see ! Still see ! Leonard — Your eyes die in their sockets ! Lean on me ! Pancras — Can you not give me darkness ? Darkness ! Darkness ! He stands there motionless, — pierced with three nails, — Three stars ! . . . His outstretched arms are lightning flashes ! ... Darkness ! . . . Leonard — I can see nothing ! Master ! Master ! Pancras — Darkness ! Leonard — Ho ! Citizens ! Ho ! Democrats ! aid ! aid ! Pancras — VICISTI GALILEE ! ' [He falls stone dead*...

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