Читать книгу The Queen's Physician - Edgar Maass - Страница 2
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Оглавление“Oh, who more than I could enjoy the sweet
Delight of calling thee my son, whilst our hearts beat
Together in dear unison. But from me they have torn
Thee, and so I weep, and grieve, and mourn.”
“Black the wood and stilly deep,
While upward from the meadows creep
Gray mists mysterious.”
“Be sure when once the grass is grown
Above a matter better hidden,
Some sheep will stray, a bag of bone,
And nibble bare the horrid midden.”
“Never does he weep before the conqueror’s image,
Wishing to emulate. Hardly had his tender heart
Begun to feel, when a rude martial stride
He found too taxing for its gentle beat.
But to weep for a fame that’s nobler still,
And needs no courtiers; to shed tears for the love
Given freely by a happy people; this often waked
The noble youth at the midnight hour.
Long he pondered the subtle thought
That God’s true way is to bring peace and joy
To many thousands. At one leap thus he reached
The heights, and framed himself in God’s great image.”
“Even though the sun shines bright,
Still must it sink at night.”
“Arise, Ethintus, tho’ the earth-worm call,
Let him call in vain,
Till the night of holy shadows
And human solitude is past.”
Blake
“The crowd, the mass, the mob, the world-historical
conflict are left outside.”
Kierkegaard
By mankind shamed and torn,
Oh head, for mock invested
With a cruel crown of thorn.”
“Death is our father, and from him we go
To the grave, our cool mother, with her mingle below.
But when the Day cometh, come so sure as we die,
Our mother shall bear us into eternity.”
