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Page 347 - GIVE me," said Herder, to his son, a he lay in the parched weariness of his last illness, " give me a great thought, that I may quicken myself with it.
Page 2 - Soul ; one of Richter's beloved topics, or rather the life of his whole philosophy, glimpses of which look forth on us from almost every one of his writings. He died while engaged, under recent and almost total blindness, in enlarging and remodelling this Campaner Thai; the unfinished manuscript was borne upon his coffin to the burial vault : and Klopstock's hymn, ' Auferstehen wirsl du, Thou shalt arise, my soul,' can seldom have been sung with more appropriate application than over the grave of...
Page 336 - He was unhappy before the great ideas of Virtue — of Truth — and of God ; because he knew how feeble are the approximations to them which a son of earth can make. But this was a dream: God be thanked, that in reality there is no such craving and asking eye directed upwards to heaven — to which death will not one day bring an answer! IMAGINATION UNTAMED BY THE COARSER REALITIES OP LIFE.
Page 340 - Had no star ever appeared in the heavens, to man there would have been no heavens ; and he would have laid himself down to his last sleep, in a spirit of anguish, as upon a gloomy earth vaulted over by a material arch — solid and impervious. MARTYRDOM. To die for truth — is not to die for one's country, but to die for the world.
Page 74 - The second is : simply to sink down into this little garden and there to nestle yourself so snugly, so homewise, in some furrow, that, in looking out from your warm lark-nest, you likewise can discern no wolf-dens, charnelhouses, or thunder-rods, but only blades and ears, every one of which, for the nest-bird, is a tree, and a sun-screen, and a rainscreen. The third, finally, which I look upon as the hardest and cunningest, is that of alternating between the other two.
Page 340 - Then also thy temple, 0 eternal Truth ! that now stands half below the earth, made hollow by the sepulchres of its witnesses, will raise itself in the total majesty of its proportions, and will stand in monumental granite ; and every pillar on which it rests will be fixed in the grave of a martyr.
Page 77 - Friend. Can he accomplish this, can he turn so softly from the path of poetical happiness into that of household happiness, — then is he little different from myself, who even now, though modesty might forbid me to disclose it — who even now, I say, amid the creation of this Letter, have been enabled to reflect, that when it is done, so also will the Roses and Elder-berries of pastry be done, which a sure hand is seething in butter for the Author of this Work. As I purpose appending to this Letter...
Page 334 - ... then I shall be able to bring comfort to myself in my darkness ! " Thus spoke the little warbler, and soon had learned the sweet airs that were sung to it with voice and instrument. That done, the curtain was raised ; for the darkness had been purposely contrived to assist in its instruction.
Page 365 - O father, place me again upon the cross-way, that I may choose otherwise. But his father and his youth were gone long ago. He saw...
Page 186 - At the sound of the morning prayer-bell, the bridegroom, for the din of preparation was disturbing his quiet orison, went out into the churchyard, which (as in many other places) together with the church, lay round his mansion like a court. Here on the moist green, over whose closed flowers the churchyard wall was still spreading broad shadows, did his spirit cool itself from the warm dreams of Earth : here, where the white flat grave-stone of his Teacher lay before him like the fallen-in door on...