Paracelsus: Part Iii: Paracelsus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Paracelsus Festus | A |
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Paracelsus | A |
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out | B |
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Festus | A |
True true | C |
'T is very fit all time and chance and change | D |
Have wrought since last we sat thus face to face | A |
And soul to soul all cares far looking fears | A |
Vague apprehensions all vain fancies bred | E |
By your long absence should be cast away | F |
Forgotten in this glad unhoped renewal | G |
Of our affections | A |
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Paracelsus | A |
Oh omit not aught | E |
Which witnesses your own and Michal's own | H |
Affection spare not that Only forget | E |
The honours and the glories and what not | E |
It pleases you to tell profusely out | E |
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Festus | A |
Nay even your honours in a sense I waive | I |
The wondrous Paracelsus life's dispenser | J |
Fate's commissary idol of the schools | A |
And courts shall be no more than Aureole still | K |
Still Aureole and my friend as when we parted | E |
Some twenty years ago and I restrained | E |
As best I could the promptings of my spirit | E |
Which secretly advanced you from the first | E |
To the pre eminent rank which since your own | H |
Adventurous ardour nobly triumphing | L |
Has won for you | C |
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Paracelsus | A |
Yes yes And Michal's face | A |
Still wears that quiet and peculiar light | E |
Like the dim circlet floating round a pearl | M |
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Festus | A |
Just so | A |
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Paracelsus | A |
And yet her calm sweet countenance | A |
Though saintly was not sad for she would sing | L |
Alone Does she still sing alone bird like | L |
Not dreaming you are near Her carols dropt | E |
In flakes through that old leafy bower built under | J |
The sunny wall at W rzburg from her lattice | A |
Among the trees above while I unseen | N |
Sat conning some rare scroll from Tritheim's shelves | A |
Much wondering notes so simple could divert | E |
My mind from study Those were happy days | A |
Respect all such as sing when all alone | H |
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Festus | A |
Scarcely alone her children you may guess | A |
Are wild beside her | J |
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Paracelsus | A |
Ah those children quite | E |
Unsettle the pure picture in my mind | E |
A girl she was so perfect so distinct | E |
No change no change Not but this added grace | A |
May blend and harmonize with its compeers | A |
And Michal may become her motherhood | E |
But't is a change and I detest all change | D |
And most a change in aught I loved long since | A |
So Michal you have said she thinks of me | O |
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Festus | A |
O very proud will Michal be of you | C |
Imagine how we sat long winter nights | A |
Scheming and wondering shaping your presumed | E |
Adventure or devising its reward | E |
Shutting out fear with all the strength of hope | P |
For it was strange how even when most secure | Q |
In our domestic peace a certain dim | R |
And flitting shade could sadden all it seemed | E |
A restlessness of heart a silent yearning | L |
A sense of something wanting incomplete | E |
Not to be put in words perhaps avoided | E |
By mute consent but said or unsaid felt | E |
To point to one so loved and so long lost | E |
And then the hopes rose and shut out the fears | A |
How you would laugh should I recount them now | S |
I still predicted your return at last | E |
With gifts beyond the greatest of them all | T |
All Tritheim's wondrous troop did one of which | U |
Attain renown by any chance I smiled | E |
As well aware of who would prove his peer | V |
Michal was sure some woman long ere this | A |
As beautiful as you were sage had loved | E |
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Paracelsus | A |
Far seeing truly to discern so much | W |
In the fantastic projects and day dreams | A |
Of a raw restless boy | X |
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Festus | A |
Oh no the sunrise | A |
Well warranted our faith in this full noon | Y |
Can I forget the anxious voice which said | E |
Festus have thoughts like these ere shaped themselves | A |
In other brains than mine have their possessors | A |
Existed in like circumstance were they weak | L |
As I or ever constant from the first | E |
Despising youth's allurements and rejecting | L |
As spider films the shackles I endure | Q |
Is there hope for me and I answered gravely | O |
As an acknowledged elder calmer wiser | J |
More gifted mortal O you must remember | J |
For all your glorious | A |
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Paracelsus | A |
Glorious ay this hair | Z |
These hands nay touch them they are mine Recall | T |
With all the said recallings times when thus | A |
To lay them by your own ne'er turned you pale | A2 |
As now Most glorious are they not | E |
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Festus | A |
Why why | B2 |
Something must be subtracted from success | A |
So wide no doubt He would be scrupulous truly | O |
Who should object such drawbacks Still still Aureole | C2 |
You are changed very changed 'T were losing nothing | L |
To look well to it you must not be stolen | D2 |
From the enjoyment of your well won meed | E |
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Paracelsus | A |
My friend you seek my pleasure past a doubt | E |
You will best gain your point by talking not | E |
Of me but of yourself | E2 |
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Festus | A |
Have I not said | E |
All touching Michal and my children Sure | Q |
You know by this full well how Aennchen looks | A |
Gravely while one disparts her thick brown hair | Z |
And Aureole's glee when some stray gannet builds | A |
Amid the birch trees by the lake Small hope | P |
Have I that he will honour the wild imp | F2 |
His namesake Sigh not 't is too much to ask | L |
That all we love should reach the same proud fate | E |
But you are very kind to humour me | O |
By showing interest in my quiet life | G2 |
You who of old could never tame yourself | E2 |
To tranquil pleasures must at heart despise | A |
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Paracelsus | A |
Festus strange secrets are let out by death | H2 |
Who blabs so oft the follies of this world | E |
And I am death's familiar as you know | A |
I helped a man to die some few weeks since | A |
Warped even from his go cart to one end | E |
The living on princes' smiles reflected from | I2 |
A mighty herd of favourites No mean trick | L |
He left untried and truly well nigh wormed | E |
All traces of God's finger out of him | R |
Then died grown old And just an hour before | J2 |
Having lain long with blank and soulless eyes | A |
He sat up suddenly and with natural voice | A |
Said that in spite of thick air and closed doors | A |
God told him it was June and he knew well | K2 |
Without such telling harebells grew in June | Y |
And all that kings could ever give or take | L |
Would not be precious as those blooms to him | R |
Just so allowing I am passing sage | L2 |
It seems to me much worthier argument | E |
Why pansies eyes that laugh bear beauty's prize | A |
From violets eyes that dream your Michal's choice | A |
Than all fools find to wonder at in me | O |
Or in my fortunes And be very sure | Q |
I say this from no prurient restlessness | A |
No self complacency itching to turn | M2 |
Vary and view its pleasure from all points | A |
And in this instance willing other men | N2 |
May be at pains demonstrate to itself | E2 |
The realness of the very joy it tastes | A |
What should delight me like the news of friends | A |
Whose memories were a solace to me oft | E |
As mountain baths to wild fowls in their flight | E |
Ofter than you had wasted thought on me | O |
Had you been wise and rightly valued bliss | A |
But there's no taming nor repressing hearts | A |
God knows I need such So you heard me speak | L |
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Festus | A |
Speak when | N2 |
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Paracelsus | A |
When but this morning at my class | A |
There was noise and crowd enough I saw you not | E |
Surely you know I am engaged to fill | K |
The chair here that't is part of my proud fate | E |
To lecture to as many thick skulled youths | A |
As please each day to throng the theatre | J |
To my great reputation and no small | T |
Danger of Basil's benches long unused | E |
To crack beneath such honour | J |
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Festus | A |
I was there | J |
I mingled with the throng shall I avow | S |
Small care was mine to listen too intent | E |
On gathering from the murmurs of the crowd | E |
A full corroboration of my hopes | A |
What can I learn about your powers but they | F |
Know care for nought beyond your actual state | E |
Your actual value yet they worship you | C |
Those various natures whom you sway as one | D2 |
But ere I go be sure I shall attend | E |
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Paracelsus | A |
Stop o' God's name the thing's by no means yet | E |
Past remedy Shall I read this morning's labour | J |
At least in substance Nought so worth the gaining | L |
As an apt scholar Thus then with all due | C |
Precision and emphasis you beside are clearly | O |
Guiltless of understanding more a whit | E |
The subject than your stool allowed to be | O |
A notable advantage | O2 |
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Festus | A |
Surely Aureole | C2 |
You laugh at me | O |
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Paracelsus | A |
I laugh Ha ha thank heaven | D2 |
I charge you if't be so for I forget | E |
Much and what laughter should be like No less | A |
However I forego that luxury | O |
Since it alarms the friend who brings it back | L |
True laughter like my own must echo strangely | O |
To thinking men a smile were better far | J |
So make me smile If the exulting look | L |
You wore but now be smiling 't is so long | L |
Since I have smiled Alas such smiles are born | P2 |
Alone of hearts like yours or herdsmen's souls | A |
Of ancient time whose eyes calm as their flocks | A |
Saw in the stars mere garnishry of heaven | D2 |
And in the earth a stage for altars only | O |
Never change Festus I say never change | D |
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Festus | A |
My God if he be wretched after all | T |
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Paracelsus | A |
When last we parted Festus you declared | E |
Or Michal yes her soft lips whispered words | A |
I have preserved She told me she believed | E |
I should succeed meaning that in the search | Q2 |
I then engaged in I should meet success | A |
And yet be wretched now she augured false | A |
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Festus | A |
Thank heaven but you spoke strangely could I venture | J |
To think bare apprehension lest your friend | E |
Dazzled by your resplendent course might find | E |
Henceforth less sweetness in his own could move | R2 |
Such earnest mood in you Fear not dear friend | E |
That I shall leave you inwardly repining | L |
Your lot was not my own | H |
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Paracelsus | A |
And this for ever | J |
For ever gull who may they will be gulled | E |
They will not look nor think 't is nothing new | C |
In them but surely he is not of them | S2 |
My Festus do you know I reckoned you | C |
Though all beside were sand blind you my friend | E |
Would look at me once close with piercing eye | B2 |
Untroubled by the false glare that confounds | A |
A weaker vision would remain serene | N |
Though singular amid a gaping throng | L |
I feared you or I had come sure long ere this | A |
To Einsiedeln Well error has no end | E |
And Rhasis is a sage and Basil boasts | A |
A tribe of wits and I am wise and blest | E |
Past all dispute 'T is vain to fret at it | E |
I have vowed long ago my worshippers | A |
Shall owe to their own deep sagacity | E |
All further information good or bad | E |
Small risk indeed my reputation runs | A |
Unless perchance the glance now searching me | O |
Be fixed much longer for it seems to spell | K2 |
Dimly the characters a simpler man | T2 |
Might read distinct enough Old Eastern books | A |
Say the fallen prince of morning some short space | A |
Remained unchanged in semblance nay his brow | S |
Was hued with triumph every spirit then | N2 |
Praising his heart on flame the while a tale | A2 |
Well Festus what discover you I pray | F |
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Festus | A |
Some foul deed sullies then a life which else | A |
Were raised supreme | U2 |
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Paracelsus | A |
Good I do well most well | K2 |
Why strive to make men hear feel fret themselves | A |
With what is past their power to comprehend | E |
I should not strive now only having nursed | E |
The faint surmise that one yet walked the earth | V2 |
One at least not the utter fool of show | A |
Not absolutely formed to be the dupe | W2 |
Of shallow plausibilities alone | H |
One who in youth found wise enough to choose | A |
The happiness his riper years approve | R2 |
Was yet so anxious for another's sake | L |
That ere his friend could rush upon a mad | E |
And ruinous course the converse of his own | H |
His gentle spirit essayed prejudged for him | R |
The perilous path foresaw its destiny | O |
And warned the weak one in such tender words | A |
Such accents his whole heart in every tone | H |
That oft their memory comforted that friend | E |
When it by right should have increased despair | J |
Having believed I say that this one man | T2 |
Could never lose the light thus from the first | E |
His portion how should I refuse to grieve | X2 |
At even my gain if it disturb our old | E |
Relation if it make me out more wise | A |
Therefore once more reminding him how well | K2 |
He prophesied I note the single flaw | Y2 |
That spoils his prophet's title In plain words | A |
You were deceived and thus were you deceived | E |
I have not been successful and yet am | Z2 |
Most miserable 't is said at last nor you | C |
Give credit lest you force me to concede | E |
That common sense yet lives upon the world | E |
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Festus | A |
You surely do not mean to banter me | O |
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Paracelsus | A |
You know or if you have been wise enough | A3 |
To cleanse your memory of such matters knew | C |
As far as words of mine could make it clear | J |
That't was my purpose to find joy or grief | B3 |
Solely in the fulfilment of my plan | T2 |
Or plot or whatsoe'er it was rejoicing | L |
Alone as it proceeded prosperously | Y2 |
Sorrowing then only when mischance retarded | E |
Its progress That was in those W rzburg days | A |
Not to prolong a theme I thoroughly hate | E |
I have pursued this plan with all my strength | C3 |
And having failed therein most signally | Y2 |
Cannot object to ruin utter and drear | J |
As all excelling would have been the prize | A |
Had fortune favoured me I scarce have right | E |
To vex your frank good spirit late so glad | E |
In my supposed prosperity I know | A |
And were I lucky in a glut of friends | A |
Would well agree to let your error live | D3 |
Nay strengthen it with fables of success | A |
But mine is no condition to refuse | A |
The transient solace of so rare a godsend | E |
My solitary luxury my one friend | E |
Accordingly I venture to put off | E3 |
The wearisome vest of falsehood galling me | O |
Secure when he is by I lay me bare | J |
Prone at his mercy but he is my friend | E |
Not that he needs retain his aspect grave | I |
That answers not my purpose for't is like | L |
Some sunny morning Basil being drained | E |
Of its wise population every corner | J |
Of the amphitheatre crammed with learned clerks | A |
Here OEcolampadius looking worlds of wit | E |
Here Castellanus as profound as he | O |
Munsterus here Frobenius there all squeezed | E |
And staring that the zany of the show | A |
Even Paracelsus shall put off before them | S2 |
His trappings with a grace but seldom judged | E |
Expedient in such cases the grim smile | Y2 |
That will go round Is it not therefore best | E |
To venture a rehearsal like the present | E |
In a small way Where are the signs I seek | L |
The first fruits and fair sample of the scorn | P2 |
Due to all quacks Why this will never do | C |
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Festus | A |
These are foul vapours Aureole nought beside | E |
The effect of watching study weariness | A |
Were there a spark of truth in the confusion | D2 |
Of these wild words you would not outrage thus | A |
Your youth's companion I shall ne'er regard | E |
These wanderings bred of faintness and much study | O |
'T is not thus you would trust a trouble to me | O |
To Michal's friend | E |
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Paracelsus | A |
I have said it dearest Festus | A |
For the manner 't is ungracious probably | O |
You may have it told in broken sobs one day | F |
And scalding tears ere long but I thought best | E |
To keep that off as long as possible | Y2 |
Do you wonder still | Y2 |
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Festus | A |
No it must oft fall out | E |
That one whose labour perfects any work | L |
Shall rise from it with eye so worn that he | O |
Of all men least can measure the extent | E |
Of what he has accomplished He alone | H |
Who nothing tasked is nothing weary too | C |
May clearly scan the little he effects | A |
But we the bystanders untouched by toil | Y2 |
Estimate each aright | C |
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Paracelsus | A |
This worthy Festus | A |
Is one of them at last 'T is so with all | Y2 |
First they set down all progress as a dream | U2 |
And next when he whose quick discomfiture | J |
Was counted on accomplishes some few | C |
And doubtful steps in his career behold | C |
They look for every inch of ground to vanish | F3 |
Beneath his tread so sure they spy success | A |
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Festus | A |
Few doubtful steps when death retires before | J |
Your presence when the noblest of mankind | C |
Broken in body or subdued in soul | Y2 |
May through your skill renew their vigour raise | A |
The shattered frame to pristine stateliness | A |
When men in racking pain may purchase dreams | A |
Of what delights them most swooning at once | A |
Into a sea of bliss or rapt along | L |
As in a flying sphere of turbulent light | C |
When we may look to you as one ordained | C |
To free the flesh from fell disease as frees | A |
Our Luther's burning tongue the fettered soul | Y2 |
When | N2 |
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Paracelsus | A |
When and where the devil did you get | C |
This notable news | A |
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Festus | A |
Even from the common voice | A |
From those whose envy daring not dispute | C |
The wonders it decries attributes them | S2 |
To magic and such folly | O |
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Paracelsus | A |
Folly Why not | C |
To magic pray You find a comfort doubtless | A |
In holding God ne'er troubles him about | C |
Us or our doings once we were judged worth | V2 |
The devil's tempting I offend forgive me | O |
And rest content Your prophecy on the whole | Y2 |
Was fair enough as prophesyings go | A |
At fault a little in detail but quite | C |
Precise enough in the main and hereupon | N2 |
I pay due homage you guessed long ago | A |
The prophet I should fail and I have failed | C |
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Festus | A |
You mean to tell me then the hopes which fed | C |
Your youth have not been realized as yet | C |
Some obstacle has barred them hitherto | C |
Or that their innate | C |
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Paracelsus | A |
As I said but now | N2 |
You have a very decent prophet's fame | G3 |
So you but shun details here Little matter | J |
Whether those hopes were mad the aims they sought | C |
Safe and secure from all ambitious fools | A |
Or whether my weak wits are overcome | I2 |
By what a better spirit would scorn I fail | Y2 |
And now methinks't were best to change a theme | U2 |
I am a sad fool to have stumbled on | N2 |
I say confusedly what comes uppermost | C |
But there are times when patience proves at fault | C |
As now this morning's strange encounter you | C |
Beside me once again you whom I guessed | C |
Alive since hitherto with Luther's leave | X2 |
No friend have I among the saints at peace | A |
To judge by any good their prayers effect | C |
I knew you would have helped me why not he | O |
My strange competitor in enterprise | A |
Bound for the same end by another path | H3 |
Arrived or ill or well before the time | I3 |
At our disastrous journey's doubtful close | A |
How goes it with Aprile Ah they miss | A |
Your lone sad sunny idleness of heaven | N2 |
Our martyrs for the world's sake heaven shuts fast | C |
The poor mad poet is howling by this time | I3 |
Since you are my sole friend then here or there | J |
I could not quite repress the varied feelings | A |
This meeting wakens they have had their vent | C |
And now forget them Do the rear mice still | Y2 |
Hang like a fretwork on the gate or what | C |
In my time was a gate fronting the road | C |
From Einsiedeln to Lachen | N2 |
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Festus | A |
Trifle not | C |
Answer me for my sake alone You smiled | C |
Just now when I supposed some deed unworthy | O |
Yourself might blot the else so bright result | C |
Yet if your motives have continued pure | J |
Your will unfaltering and in spite of this | A |
You have experienced a defeat why then | N2 |
I say not you would cheerfully withdraw | J |
From contest mortal hearts are not so fashioned | C |
But surely you would ne'ertheless withdraw | J |
You sought not fame nor gain nor even love | J3 |
No end distinct from knowledge I repeat | C |
Your very words once satisfied that knowledge | K3 |
Is a mere dream you would announce as much | W |
Yourself the first But how is the event | C |
You are defeated and I find you here | J |
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Paracelsus | A |
As though here did not signify defeat | C |
I spoke not of my little labours here | J |
But of the break down of my general aims | A |
For you aware of their extent and scope | P |
To look on these sage lecturings approved | C |
By beardless boys and bearded dotards worse | A |
As a fit consummation of such aims | A |
Is worthy notice A professorship | L3 |
At Basil Since you see so much in it | C |
And think my life was reasonably drained | C |
Of life's delights to render me a match | M3 |
For duties arduous as such post demands | A |
Be it far from me to deny my power | J |
To fill the petty circle lotted out | C |
Of infinite space or justify the host | C |
Of honours thence accruing So take notice | A |
This jewel dangling from my neck preserves | A |
The features of a prince my skill restored | C |
To plague his people some few years to come | I2 |
And all through a pure whim He had eased the earth | V2 |
For me but that the droll despair which seized | C |
The vermin of his household tickled me | O |
I came to see Here drivelled the physician | N2 |
Whose most infallible nostrum was at fault | C |
There quaked the astrologer whose horoscope | P |
Had promised him interminable years | A |
Here a monk fumbled at the sick man's mouth | N3 |
With some undoubted relic a sudary | J |
Of the Virgin while another piebald knave | I |
Of the same brotherhood he loved them ever | J |
Was actively preparing 'neath his nose | A |
Such a suffumigation as once fired | C |
Had stunk the patient dead ere he could groan | N2 |
I cursed the doctor and upset the brother | J |
Brushed past the conjurer vowed that the first gust | C |
Of stench from the ingredients just alight | C |
Would raise a cross grained devil in my sword | C |
Not easily laid and ere an hour the prince | A |
Slept as he never slept since prince he was | A |
A day and I was posting for my life | G2 |
Placarded through the town as one whose spite | C |
Had near availed to stop the blessed effects | A |
Of the doctor's nostrum which well seconded | C |
By the sudary and most by the costly smoke | L |
Not leaving out the strenuous prayers sent up | O3 |
Hard by in the abbey raised the prince to life | G2 |
To the great reputation of the seer | J |
Who confident expected all along | L |
The glad event the doctor's recompense | A |
Much largess from his highness to the monks | A |
And the vast solace of his loving people | Y2 |
Whose general satisfaction to increase | A |
The prince was pleased no longer to defer | J |
The burning of some dozen heretics | A |
Remanded till God's mercy should be shown | N2 |
Touching his sickness last of all were joined | C |
Ample directions to all loyal folk | L |
To swell the complement by seizing me | O |
Who doubtless some rank sorcerer endeavoured | C |
To thwart these pious offices obstruct | C |
The prince's cure and frustrate heaven by help | P3 |
Of certain devils dwelling in his sword | C |
By luck the prince in his first fit of thanks | A |
Had forced this bauble on me as an earnest | C |
Of further favours This one case may serve | Q3 |
To give sufficient taste of many such | W |
So let them pass Those shelves support a pile | Y2 |
Of patents licences diplomas titles | A |
From Germany France Spain and Italy | O |
They authorize some honour ne'ertheless | A |
I set more store by this Erasmus sent | C |
He trusts me our Frobenius is his friend | C |
And him I raised nay read it from the dead | C |
I weary you I see I merely sought | C |
To show there's no great wonder after all | Y2 |
That while I fill the class room and attract | C |
A crowd to Basil I get leave to stay | C |
And therefore need not scruple to accept | C |
The utmost they can offer if I please | A |
For't is but right the world should be prepared | C |
To treat with favour e'en fantastic wants | A |
Of one like me used up in serving her | J |
Just as the mortal whom the gods in part | C |
Devoured received in place of his lost limb | R |
Some virtue or other cured disease I think | L |
You mind the fables we have read together | J |
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Festus | A |
You do not think I comprehend a word | C |
The time was Aureole you were apt enough | A3 |
To clothe the airiest thoughts in specious breath | H2 |
But surely you must feel how vague and strange | D |
These speeches sound | C |
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Paracelsus | A |
Well then you know my hopes | A |
I am assured at length those hopes were vain | N2 |
That truth is just as far from me as ever | J |
That I have thrown my life away that sorrow | J |
On that account is idle and further effort | C |
To mend and patch what's marred beyond repairing | L |
As useless and all this was taught your friend | C |
By the convincing good old fashioned method | C |
Of force by sheer compulsion Is that plain | N2 |
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Festus | A |
Dear Aureole can it be my fears were just | C |
God wills not | C |
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Paracelsus | A |
Now 't is this I most admire | J |
The constant talk men of your stamp keep up | O3 |
Of God's will as they style it one would swear | J |
Man had but merely to uplift his eye | B2 |
And see the will in question charactered | C |
On the heaven's vault 'T is hardly wise to moot | C |
Such topics doubts are many and faith is weak | L |
I know as much of any will of God | C |
As knows some dumb and tortured brute what Man | N2 |
His stern lord wills from the perplexing blows | A |
That plague him every way but there of course | A |
Where least he suffers longest he remains | A |
My case and for such reasons I plod on | N2 |
Subdued but not convinced I know as little | Y2 |
Why I deserve to fail as why I hoped | C |
Better things in my youth I simply know | J |
I am no master here but trained and beaten | N2 |
Into the path I tread and here I stay | C |
Until some further intimation reach me | O |
Like an obedient drudge Though I prefer | J |
To view the whole thing as a task imposed | C |
Which whether dull or pleasant must be done | N2 |
Yet I deny not there is made provision | N2 |
Of joys which tastes less jaded might affect | C |
Nay some which please me too for all my pride | C |
Pleasures that once were pains the iron ring | L |
Festering about a slave's neck grows at length | C3 |
Into the flesh it eats I hate no longer | J |
A host of petty vile delights undreamed of | J3 |
Or spurned before such now supply the place | A |
Of my dead aims as in the autumn woods | A |
Where tall trees used to flourish from their roots | A |
Springs up a fungous brood sickly and pale | Y2 |
Chill mushrooms coloured like a corpse's cheek | L |
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Festus | A |
If I interpret well your words I own | N2 |
It troubles me but little that your aims | A |
Vast in their dawning and most likely grown | N2 |
Extravagantly since have baffled you | C |
Perchance I am glad you merit greater praise | A |
Because they are too glorious to be gained | C |
You do not blindly cling to them and die | C |
You fell but have not sullenly refused | C |
To rise because an angel worsted you | C |
In wrestling though the world holds not your peer | J |
And though too harsh and sudden is the change | D |
To yield content as yet still you pursue | C |
The ungracious path as though't were rosv strewn | N2 |
'T is well and your reward or soon or late | C |
Will come from him whom no man serves in vain | N2 |
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Paracelsus | C |
Ah very fine For my part I conceive | X2 |
The very pausing from all further toil | Y2 |
Which you find heinous would become a seal | Y2 |
To the sincerity of all my deeds | C |
To be consistent I should die at once | C |
I calculated on no after life | G2 |
Yet how crept in how fostered I know not | C |
Here am I with as passionate regret | C |
For youth and health and love so vainly lavished | C |
As if their preservation had been first | C |
And foremost in my thoughts and this strange fact | C |
Humbled me wondrously and had due force | C |
In rendering me the less averse to follow | J |
A certain counsel a mysterious warning | L |
You will not understand but't was a man | N2 |
With aims not mine and yet pursued like mine | N2 |
With the same fervour and no more success | C |
Perishing in my sight who summoned me | O |
As I would shun the ghastly fate I saw | C |
To serve my race at once to wait no longer | J |
That God should interfere in my behalf | R3 |
But to distrust myself put pride away | C |
And give my gains imperfect as they were | J |
To men I have not leisure to explain | N2 |
How since a singular series of events | C |
Has raised me to the station you behold | C |
Wherein I seem to turn to most account | C |
The mere wreck of the past perhaps receive | X2 |
Some feeble glimmering token that God views | C |
And may approve my penance therefore here | J |
You find me doing most good or least harm | S3 |
And if folks wonder much and profit little | Y2 |
'T is not my fault only I shall rejoice | C |
When my part in the farce is shuffled through | C |
And the curtain falls I must hold out till then | N2 |
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Festus | C |
Till when dear Aureole | Y2 |
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Paracelsus | C |
Till I'm fairly thrust | C |
From my proud eminence Fortune is fickle | Y2 |
And even professors fall should that arrive | D3 |
I see no sin in ceding to my bent | C |
You little fancy what rude shocks apprise us | C |
We sin God's intimations rather fail | Y2 |
In clearness than in energy 't were well | Y2 |
Did they but indicate the course to take | L |
Like that to be forsaken I would fain | N2 |
Be spared a further sample Here I stand | C |
And here I stay be sure till forced to flit | C |
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Festus | C |
Be you but firm on that head long ere then | N2 |
All I expect will come to pass I trust | C |
The cloud that wraps you will have disappeared | C |
Meantime I see small chance of such event | C |
They praise you here as one whose lore already | O |
Divulged eclipses all the past can show | J |
But whose achievements marvellous as they be | O |
Are faint anticipations of a glory | O |
About to be revealed When Basil's crowds | C |
Dismiss their teacher I shall be content | C |
That he depart | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
This favour at their hands | C |
I look for earlier than your view of things | C |
Would warrant Of the crowd you saw to day | C |
Remove the full half sheer amazement draws | C |
Mere novelty nought else and next the tribe | T3 |
Whose innate blockish dulness just perceives | C |
That unless miracles as seem my works | C |
Be wrought in their behalf their chance is slight | C |
To puzzle the devil next the numerous set | C |
Who bitterly hate established schools and help | P3 |
The teacher that oppugns them till he once | C |
Have planted his own doctrine when the teacher | J |
May reckon on their rancour in his turn | N2 |
Take too the sprinkling of sagacious knaves | C |
Whose cunning runs not counter to the vogue | L |
But seeks by flattery and crafty nursing | L |
To force my system to a premature | J |
Short lived development Why swell the list | C |
Each has his end to serve and his best way | C |
Of serving it remove all these remains | C |
A scantling a poor dozen at the best | C |
Worthy to look for sympathy and service | C |
And likely to draw profit from my pains | C |
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Festus | C |
'T is no encouraging picture still these few | C |
Redeem their fellows Once the germ implanted | C |
Its growth if slow is sure | J |
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Paracelsus | C |
God grant it so | C |
I would make some amends but if I fail | Y2 |
The luckless rogues have this excuse to urge | U3 |
That much is in my method and my manner | J |
My uncouth habits my impatient spirit | C |
Which hinders of reception and result | C |
My doctrine much to say small skill to speak | L |
These old aims suffered not a looking off | E3 |
Though for an instant therefore only when | N2 |
I thus renounced them and resolved to reap | V3 |
Some present fruit to teach mankind some truth | W3 |
So dearly purchased only then I found | C |
Such teaching was an art requiring cares | C |
And qualities peculiar to itself | E2 |
That to possess was one thing to display | C |
Another With renown first in my thoughts | C |
Or popular praise I had soon discovered it | C |
One grows but little apt to learn these things | C |
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Festus | C |
If it be so which nowise I believe | X2 |
There needs no waiting fuller dispensation | N2 |
To leave a labour of so little use | C |
Why not throw up the irksome charge at once | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
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A task a task | L |
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But wherefore hide the whole | Y2 |
Extent of degradation once engaged | C |
In the confessing vein Despite of all | Y2 |
My fine talk of obedience and repugnance | C |
Docility and what not 't is yet to learn | N2 |
If when the task shall really be performed | C |
My inclination free to choose once more | J |
I shall do aught but slightly modify | C |
The nature of the hated task I quit | C |
In plain words I am spoiled my life still tends | C |
As first it tended I am broken and trained | C |
To my old habits they are part of me | O |
I know and none so well my darling ends | C |
Are proved impossible no less no less | C |
Even now what humours me fond fool as when | N2 |
Their faint ghosts sit with me and flatter me | O |
And send me back content to my dull round | C |
How can I change this soul this apparatus | C |
Constructed solely for their purposes | C |
So well adapted to their every want | C |
To search out and discover prove and perfect | C |
This intricate machine whose most minute | C |
And meanest motions have their charm to me | O |
Though to none else an aptitude I seize | C |
An object I perceive a use a meaning | L |
A property a fitness I explain | N2 |
And I alone how can I change my soul | Y2 |
And this wronged body worthless save when tasked | C |
Under that soul's dominion used to care | J |
For its bright master's cares and quite subdue | C |
Its proper cravings not to ail nor pine | N2 |
So he but prosper whither drag this poor | J |
Tried patient body God how I essayed | C |
To live like that mad poet for a while | Y2 |
To love alone and how I felt too warped | C |
And twisted and deformed What should I do | C |
Even tho'released from drudgery but return | N2 |
Faint as you see and halting blind and sore | J |
To my old life and die as I began | N2 |
I cannot feed on beauty for the sake | L |
Of beauty only nor can drink in balm | X3 |
From lovely objects for their loveliness | C |
My nature cannot lose her first imprint | C |
I still must hoard and heap and class all truths | C |
With one ulterior purpose I must know | C |
Would God translate me to his throne believe | X2 |
That I should only listen to his word | C |
To further my own aim For other men | N2 |
Beauty is prodigally strewn around | C |
And I were happy could I quench as they | C |
This mad and thriveless longing and content me | O |
With beauty for itself alone alas | C |
I have addressed a frock of heavy mail | Y2 |
Yet may not join the troop of sacred knights | C |
And now the forest creatures fly from me | O |
The grass banks cool the sunbeams warm no more | J |
Best follow dreaming that ere night arrive | D3 |
I shall o'ertake the company and ride | C |
Glittering as they | C |
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Festus | C |
I think I apprehend | C |
What you would say if you in truth design | N2 |
To enter once more on the life thus left | C |
Seek not to hide that all this consciousness | C |
Of failure is assumed | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
My friend my friend | C |
I toil you listen I explain perhaps | C |
You understand there our communion ends | C |
Have you learnt nothing from to day's discourse | C |
When we would thoroughly know the sick man's state | C |
We feel awhile the fluttering pulse press soft | C |
The hot brow look upon the languid eye | C |
And thence divine the rest Must I lay bare | J |
My heart hideous and beating or tear up | O3 |
My vitals for your gaze ere you will deem | U2 |
Enough made known You who are you forsooth | C |
That is the crowning operation claimed | C |
By the arch demonstrator heaven the hall | Y2 |
And earth the audience Let Aprile and you | C |
Secure good places 't will be worth the while | Y2 |
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Festus | C |
Are you mad Aureole What can I have said | C |
To call for this I judged from your own words | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
Oh doubtless A sick wretch describes the ape | Y3 |
That mocks him from the bed foot and all gravely | O |
You thither turn at once or he recounts | C |
The perilous journey he has late performed | C |
And you are puzzled much how that could be | O |
You find me here half stupid and half mad | C |
It makes no part of my delight to search | Q2 |
Into these matters much less undergo | C |
Another's scrutiny but so it chances | C |
That I am led to trust my state to you | C |
And the event is you combine contrast | C |
And ponder on my foolish words as though | C |
They thoroughly conveyed all hidden here | J |
Here loathsome with despair and hate and rage | L2 |
Is there no fear no shrinking and no shame | G3 |
Will you guess nothing will you spare me nothing | L |
Must I go deeper Ay or no | C |
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Festus | C |
Dear friend | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
True I am brutal 't is a part of it | C |
The plague's sign you are not a lazar haunter | J |
How should you know Well then you think it strange | D |
I should profess to have failed utterly | O |
And yet propose an ultimate return | N2 |
To courses void of hope and this because | C |
You know not what temptation is nor how | N2 |
'T is like to ply men in the sickliest part | C |
You are to understand that we who make | L |
Sport for the gods are hunted to the end | C |
There is not one sharp volley shot at us | C |
Which 'scaped with life though hurt we slacken pace | C |
And gather by the wayside herbs and roots | C |
To staunch our wounds secure from further harm | S3 |
We are assailed to life's extremest verge | U3 |
It will be well indeed if I return | N2 |
A harmless busy fool to my old ways | C |
I would forget hints of another fate | C |
Significant enough which silent hours | C |
Have lately scared me with | C |
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Festus | C |
Another and what | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
After all Festus you say well I am | Z2 |
A man yet I need never humble me | O |
I would have been something I know not what | C |
But though I cannot soar I do not crawl | Y2 |
There are worse portions than this one of mine | N2 |
You say well | Y2 |
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Festus | C |
Ah | Z3 |
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Paracelsus | C |
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And deeper degradation | N2 |
If the mean stimulants of vulgar praise | C |
If vanity should become the chosen food | C |
Of a sunk mind should stifle even the wish | F3 |
To find its early aspirations true | J |
Should teach it to breathe falsehood like life breath | C |
An atmosphere of craft and trick and lies | C |
Should make it proud to emulate surpass | C |
Base natures in the practices which woke | L |
Its most indignant loathing once No no | C |
Utter damnation is reserved for hell | Y2 |
I had immortal feelings such shall never | J |
Be wholly quenched no no | C |
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My friend you wear | J |
A melancholy face and certain't is | C |
There's little cheer in all this dismal work | L |
But was it my desire to set abroach | F3 |
Such memories and forebodings I foresaw | C |
Where they would drive 'T were better we discuss | C |
News from Lucerne or Zurich ask and tell | Y2 |
Of Egypt's flaring sky or Spain's cork groves | C |
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Festus | C |
I have thought trust me this mood will pass away | C |
I know you and the lofty spirit you bear | J |
And easily ravel out a clue to all | Y2 |
These are the trials meet for such as you | J |
Nor must you hope exemption to be mortal | Y2 |
Is to be plied with trials manifold | C |
Look round The obstacles which kept the rest | C |
From your ambition have been spurned by you | J |
Their fears their doubts the chains that bind themall | Y2 |
Were flax before your resolute soul which nought | C |
Avails to awe save these delusions bred | C |
From its own strength its selfsame strength disguised | C |
Mocking itself Be brave dear Aureole Since | C |
The rabbit has his shade to frighten him | R |
The fawn a rustling bough mortals their cares | C |
And higher natures yet would slight and laugh | R3 |
At these entangling fantasies as you | J |
At trammels of a weaker intellect | C |
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts | C |
I know you | J |
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Paracelsus | C |
And I know you dearest Festus | C |
And how you love unworthily and how | N2 |
All admiration renders blind | C |
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Festus | C |
You hold | C |
That admiration blinds | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
Ay and alas | C |
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Festus | C |
Nought blinds you less than admiration friend | C |
Whether it be that all love renders wise | C |
In its degree from love which blends with love | J3 |
Heart answering heart to love which spends itself | E2 |
In silent mad idolatry of some | I2 |
Pre eminent mortal some great soul of souls | C |
Which ne'er will know how well it is adored | C |
I say such love is never blind but rather | J |
Alive to every the minutest spot | C |
Which mars its object and which hate supposed | C |
So vigilant and searching dreams not of | J3 |
Love broods on such what then When first perceived | C |
Is there no sweet strife to forget to change | D |
To overflush those blemishes with all | Y2 |
The glow of general goodness they disturb | A4 |
To make those very defects an endless source | C |
Of new affection grown from hopes and fears | C |
And when all fails is there no gallant stand | C |
Made even for much proved weak no shrinking back | L |
Lest since all love assimilates the soul | Y2 |
To what it loves it should at length become | I2 |
Almost a rival of its idol Trust me | O |
If there be fiends who seek to work our hurt | C |
To ruin and drag down earth's mightiest spirits | C |
Even at God's foot 't will be from such as love | J3 |
Their zeal will gather most to serve their cause | C |
And least from those who hate who most essay | C |
By contumely and scorn to blot the light | C |
Which forces entrance even to their hearts | C |
For thence will our defender tear the veil | Y2 |
And show within each heart as in a shrine | N2 |
The giant image of perfection grown | N2 |
In hate's despite whose calumnies were spawned | C |
In the untroubled presence of its eyes | C |
True admiration blinds not nor am I | C |
So blind I call your sin exceptional | Y2 |
It springs from one whose life has passed the bounds | C |
Prescribed to life Compound that fault with God | C |
I speak of men to common men like me | O |
The weakness you reveal endears you more | J |
Like the far traces of decay in suns | C |
I bid you have good cheer | J |
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Paracelsus | C |
Proeclare Optime | O |
Think of a quiet mountain cloistered priest | C |
Instructing Paracelsus yet't is so | C |
Come I will show you where my merit lies | C |
'T is in the advance of individual minds | C |
That the slow crowd should ground their expectation | N2 |
Eventually to follow as the sea | C |
Waits ages in its bed till some one wave | I |
Out of the multitudinous mass extends | C |
The empire of the whole some feet perhaps | C |
Over the strip of sand which could confine | N2 |
Its fellows so long time thenceforth the rest | C |
Even to the meanest hurry in at once | C |
And so much is clear gained I shall be glad | C |
If all my labours failing of aught else | C |
Suffice to make such inroad and procure | J |
A wider range for thought nay they do this | C |
For whatsoe'er my notions of true knowledge | K3 |
And a legitimate success may be | C |
I am not blind to my undoubted rank | L |
When classed with others I precede my age | L2 |
And whoso wills is very free to mount | C |
These labours as a platform whence his own | N2 |
May have a prosperous outset But alas | C |
My followers they are noisy as you heard | C |
But for intelligence the best of them | O |
So clumsily wield the weapons I supply | C |
And they extol that I begin to doubt | C |
Whether their own rude clubs and pebble stones | C |
Would not do better service than my arms | C |
Thus vilely swayed if error will not fall | Y2 |
Sooner before the old awkward batterings | C |
Than my more subtle warfare not half learned | C |
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Festus | C |
I would supply that art then or withhold | C |
New arms until you teach their mystery | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
Content you 't is my wish I have recourse | C |
To the simplest training Day by day I seek | L |
To wake the mood the spirit which alone | N2 |
Can make those arms of any use to men | N2 |
Of course they are for swaggering forth at once | C |
Graced with Ulysses' bow Achilles' shield | C |
Flash on us all in armour thou Achilles | C |
Make our hearts dance to thy resounding step | B4 |
A proper sight to scare the crows away | C |
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Festus | C |
Pity you choose not then some other method | C |
Of coming at your point The marvellous art | C |
At length established in the world bids fair | J |
To remedy all hindrances like these | C |
Trust to Frobenius' press the precious lore | J |
Obscured by uncouth manner or unfit | C |
For raw beginners let his types secure | J |
A deathless monument to after time | O |
Meanwhile wait confidently and enjoy | X |
The ultimate effect sooner or later | J |
You shall be all revealed | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
The old dull question | N2 |
In a new form no more Thus I possess | C |
Two sorts of knowledge one vast shadowy | C |
Hints of the unbounded aim I once pursued | C |
The other consists of many secrets caught | C |
While bent on nobler prize perhaps a few | J |
Prime principles which may conduct to much | F3 |
These last I offer to my followers here | J |
Now bid me chronicle the first of these | C |
My ancient study and in effect you bid | C |
Revert to the wild courses just abjured | C |
I must go find them scattered through the world | C |
Then for the principles they are so simple | Y2 |
Being chiefly of the overturning sort | C |
That one time is as proper to propound them | O |
As any other to morrow at my class | C |
Or half a century hence embalmed in print | C |
For if mankind intend to learn at all | Y2 |
They must begin by giving faith to them | O |
And acting on them and I do not see | C |
But that my lectures serve indifferent well | Y2 |
No doubt these dogmas fall not to the earth | C |
For all their novelty and rugged setting | L |
I think my class will not forget the day | C |
I let them know the gods of Israel | Y2 |
A tius Oribasius Galen Rhasis | C |
Serapion Avicenna Averr es | C |
Were blocks | C |
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Festus | C |
And that reminds me I heard something | L |
About your waywardness you burned their books | C |
It seems instead of answering those sages | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
And who said that | C |
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Festus | C |
Some I met yesternight | C |
With OEcolampadius As you know the purpose | C |
Of this short stay at Basil was to learn | N2 |
His pleasure touching certain missives sent | C |
For our Zuinglius and himself 'T was he | C |
Apprised me that the famous teacher here | J |
Was my old friend | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
Ah I forgot you went | C |
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Festus | C |
From Zurich with advices for the ear | J |
Of Luther now at Wittenberg you know | C |
I make no doubt the differences of late | C |
With Carolostadius and returning sought | C |
Basil and | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
I remember Here's a case now | N2 |
Will teach you why I answer not but burn | N2 |
The books you mention Pray does Luther dream | O |
His arguments convince by their own force | C |
The crowds that own his doctrine No indeed | C |
His plain denial of established points | C |
Ages had sanctified and men supposed | C |
Could never be oppugned while earth was under | J |
And heaven above them points which chance or time | O |
Affected not did more than the array | C |
Of argument which followed Boldly deny | C |
There is much breath stopping hair stiffening | L |
Awhile then amazed glances mute awaiting | L |
The thunderbolt which does not come and next | C |
Reproachful wonder and inquiry those | C |
Who else had never stirred are able now | N2 |
To find the rest out for themselves perhaps | C |
To outstrip him who set the whole at work | L |
As never will my wise class its instructor | J |
And you saw Luther | J |
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Festus | C |
'T is a wondrous soul | Y2 |
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Paracelsus | C |
True the so heavy chain which galled mankind | C |
Is shattered and the noblest of us all | Y2 |
Must bow to the deliverer nay the worker | J |
Of our own project we who long before | J |
Had burst our trammels but forgot the crowd | C |
We should have taught still groaned beneath the load | C |
This he has done and nobly Speed that may | C |
Whatever be my chance or my mischance | C |
What benefits mankind must glad me too | C |
And men seem made though not as I believed | C |
For something better than the times produce | C |
Witness these gangs of peasants your new lights | C |
From Suabia have possessed whom M nzer leads | C |
And whom the duke the landgrave and the elector | J |
Will calm in blood Well well 't is not my world | C |
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Festus | C |
Hark | L |
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Paracelsus | C |
'T is the melancholy wind astir | J |
Within the trees the embers too are grey | J |
Morn must be near | J |
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Festus | C |
Best ope the casement see | C |
The night late strewn with clouds and flying stars | C |
Is blank and motionless how peaceful sleep | V3 |
The tree tops altogether Like an asp | C4 |
The wind slips whispering from bough to bough | N2 |
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Paracelsus | C |
Ay you would gaze on a wind shaken tree | C |
By the hour nor count time lost | C |
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Festus | C |
So you shall gaze | C |
Those happy times will come again | N2 |
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Paracelsus | C |
Gone gone | N2 |
Those pleasant times Does not the moaning wind | C |
Seem to bewail that we have gained such gains | C |
And bartered sleep for them | O |
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Festus | C |
It is our trust | C |
That there is yet another world to mend | C |
All error and mischance | C |
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Paracelsus | C |
Another world | C |
And why this world this common world to be | C |
A make shift a mere foil how fair soever | C |
To some fine life to come Man must be fed | C |
With angels' food forsooth and some few traces | C |
Of a diviner nature which look out | C |
Through his corporeal baseness warrant him | O |
In a supreme contempt of all provision | N2 |
For his inferior tastes some straggling marks | C |
Which constitute his essence just as truly | C |
As here and there a gem would constitute | C |
The rock their barren bed one diamond | C |
But were it so were man all mind he gains | C |
A station little enviable From God | C |
Down to the lowest spirit ministrant | C |
Intelligence exists which casts our mind | C |
Into immeasurable shade No no | C |
Love hope fear faith these make humanity | C |
These are its sign and note and character | C |
And these I have lost gone shut from me for ever | C |
Like a dead friend safe from unkindness more | C |
See morn at length The heavy darkness seems | C |
Diluted grey and clear without the stars | C |
The shrubs bestir and rouse themselves as if | D4 |
Some snake that weighed them down all night let go | C |
His hold and from the East fuller and fuller | C |
Day like a mighty river flowing in | N2 |
But clouded wintry desolate and cold | C |
Yet see how that broad prickly star shaped plant | C |
Half down in the crevice spreads its woolly leaves | C |
All thick and glistering with diamond dew | C |
And you depart for Einsiedeln this day | C |
And we have spent all night in talk like this | C |
If you would have me better for your love | J3 |
Revert no more to these sad themes | C |
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Festus | C |
One favour | C |
And I have done I leave you deeply moved | C |
Unwilling to have fared so well the while | Y2 |
My friend has changed so sorely If this mood | C |
Shall pass away if light once more arise | C |
Where all is darkness now if you see fit | C |
To hope and trust again and strive again | N2 |
You will remember not our love alone | N2 |
But that my faith in God's desire that man | N2 |
Should trust on his support as I must think | L |
You trusted is obscured and dim through you | C |
For you are thus and this is no reward | C |
Will you not call me to your side dear Aureole | Y2 |
Robert Browning
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