Works

(After he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)


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Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,
Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work,...

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That was I, you heard last night,
When there rose no moon at all,
Nor, to pierce the strained and tight
Tent of heaven, a planet small:
Life was dead and so was light.

II....

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Stop, let me have the truth of that!
Is that all true? I say, the day
Ten years ago when both of us
Met on a morning, friends as thus
We meet this evening, friends or what?

II....

Scene. Salzburg; a cell in the Hospital of St. Sebastian. 1541.
Festus, Paracelsus.


Festus.


No change! The weary night is well-nigh spent,...

Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals
O'er a certain bridge you have to cross
That's named, 'Of the Angel:' listen why!
The name 'Of the Devil' too much appalls
Venetian acquaintance, so, his the loss,...

He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed.

(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality)


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Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;...

Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair
Wealth that never yet was but might be, all that verse-making were
If the life would but lengthen to wish, let the mind be laid bare....