The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]
- Автор: Gutenberg
- Год: 1910
- Язык: английский
- Жанр: Культурология
Электронная книга - «The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]». Краткое содержание книги:
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 15 — Science от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama от Неизвестный
The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 20 — Miscellaneous Literature and Index от Неизвестный
Erect, its elbow on her rounded knee;
Across a clasped book in her lap the right
Upholds a pair of compasses; she gazes
With full-set eyes, but wandering in thick mazes
Of sombre thought beholds no outward sight.
Words cannot picture her; but all men know That solemn sketch the pure sad artist1 wrought Three centuries and three score years ago, With phantasies of his peculiar thought: The instruments of carpentry and science Scattered about her feet, in strange alliance With the keen wolfhound sleeping undistraught;
Scales, hourglass, bell, and magic-square above; The grave and solid infant perched beside, With open winglets that might bear a dove, Intent upon its tablet, heavy-eyed ; Her folded wings, as of a mighty eagle, But all too-impotent to lift the regal Robustness of her earth-born strength and pride;
The comet hanging o'er the waste-dark seas, The massy rainbow curved in front of it, Beyond, the village with its mast and tree; The snaky imp, dog-headed, from the Pit, Bearing upon its bat-like leathern pinions Her name unfolded in the sun's dominions, The " melancholia " that transcends all wit.
1 Albert Diirer. ?02
James Thomson
Thus has the artist copied her, and thus Surrounded to expound her form sublime, Her fate heroic and calamitous; Fronting the dreadful mysteries of Time, Unvanquished in defeat and desolation, Undaunted in the hopeless conflagration Of the day setting on her baffled prime.
Baffled and beaten back she works on still, Weary and sick of soul she works the more, Sustained by her indomitable wilclass="underline" The hands shall fashion and the brain shall pore And all her sorrow shall be turned to labour Till death the friend-foe piercing with his sabre That mighty heart of hearts ends bitter war.
But as if blacker night could dawn on night, With tenfold gloom on moonless night unstarred, A sense more tragic than defeat and light, More desperate than strife with hope debarred, More fatal than the adamantine Never Encompassing her passionate endeavour, Dawns glooming in her tenebrous regard:
The sense that every struggle brings defeat, Because Fate holds no prize to crown success; That all the oracles are dumb or cheat, Because they have no secret to express; That none can pierce the vast black veil uncertain. Because there is no light behind the curtain; That all is vanity and nothingness.
Titanic from her high throne in the north That City's sombre Patroness and Queen, In bronze sublimity she gazes forth 303
Over her capital of teen and threne,
Over the river with its isles and bridges,
The marsh and moorland, to the stern rook-ridges,
Confronting them with a coeval mien.
The moving moon and stars from east to west
Circle before her in the sea of air;
Shadows and gleams glide round her solemn rest.
Her subjects often gaze up to her there:
The strong to drink new strength of iron endurance.
The weak new terrors: all, renewed assurance
And confirmation of the old despair.
RICHARD WAGNER The Nibelungen Ring
Rheingold Scene I
At the bottom of the Rhine, the Rhine maidens, Flosshilde, Woglinde, and Wellgunde are playing. From a dark chasm, Alberic clambers up one of the rocks. Alberic: Ho! ho! the nixies!
Are ye not nimble, nice to behold? From Nibelheim's night now would I fain approach, if ye be kind. , Wog. & Wel. Faugh ! the ugly brute !
Wilhelm Richard Wagner, the greatest of modern musical composers, was born at Leipsic on May 22, 1813. His stepfather, Ludwig Geyer, an actor, wished to make a painter of him, but Wagner's first passion was for poetry, and at the age of thirteen he had translated the first twelve books of the " Odyssey" for his own amusement. This literary aptitude, which time only served to enhance, added a further lustre to his musical genius, and had the most practical results in the fact that he wrote all the poems and libretti for his own operas, namely, " Rienzi" (1842), "The Flying Dutchman" (1843), " Tannhauser " (1845), "Lohengrin" (1848-58), "Tristan und Isolde" (1865), "Die Meistersinger" (1867-68), etc. The ill reception which Wagner's tremendous musical reforms encountered combined with his own passionately aggressive attitude toward his critics and the public to make his career a stormy one, and on account of his share in the political revolution of 1840, he was compelled to abandon his position of Hofkapellmaster at Dresden, and lived for ten years thereafter in strict retirement at Zurich in Switzerland. It was during this period that, besides a series of books on musical criticism which he
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Floss. : Look to the Gold !
Father warned us from such a foe. Alb.: How sweet and soft
in this light ye seem! Gladly I'd seek to encircle one of your waists. Floss. : I laugh at our fears;
the foe is in love. [Alberic attempts to make love to each in turn. They pretend to accept his advances, and then repulse him. He becomes enraged. Through the water above breaks a blinding yellow gleam. Woe : Look, sisters !
The awakener laughs in the deep. All Three (Swimming joyously around the central rock) : Rheingold! Rheingold! Lustrous delight! Thou laughest in radiance rare!
Glistening gleams Outglow from thee wide o'er the waves. Alb. : What is't, ye gliders,
That there doth gleam and glow? All Three: Ugly one, where is your home,
if of Rheingold you never have heard ?
gave to the world, he also found time to compose the entire text and part of the music of his famous " Nibelungen Ring," a tetralogy of four operas founded on the Norse and German myths of the Nibelungenlied (see p. 38). In 1876 Wagner at last realized the dream of his life, by the festival performance of the " Ring" inaugurating his own opera house at Bayreuth, where in 1882 his last work, " Parsifal," was also performed. The unfailing aid and encouragement which he received all through his struggles from his friend, the composer Liszt, whose daughter Cosima he afterwards married, is a detail which can scarcely be omitted from any mention of his life. Wagner died in Venice on February 13, 1882. The " Rheingold" forms the introductory portion to the remaining trilogy of the " Walkiire," " Siegfried," and " Gotterdammerung."
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Wog. : The golden prize
precious you'd deem wist you but all of its wonder. Wel. : The world's kingdom
He can encompass who from the Rheingold shapeth the Ring, which measureless might can secure. Woe: But he who passion's
power forswears and from delights of Love forbears He alone the Magic commandeth The Gold to mould into a Ring. Alb.: The World's kingdom
at once could I compass through this? If Love is denied me a ruder delight may I know.
[He clambers hastily up the central rock. Fear ye not now? Then fondle in darkness! The light's lustre I quench and rend the gold from the rock, Vengeance to wreck with a Ring: Love I forswear for ever! [He tears the Gold from the rock and disappears. Sudden darkness. Curtain.
Scene II
Morning. A mountain top: standing on a cliff is a castle, with glittering pinnacles. Wotan and Fricka asleep. Fricka awakes and shakes Wotan. Arise, now, spouse, and arouse thee!
[Wotan wakes and sees the castle. 'Tis ended, the infinite work! A heavenly mansion on mountain heights: Grand and glorious pile! 307
Fricka: Though fair thy tower,
I tremble for Freia. Mindless one, pause and remember the stated price to be paid! Wotan: I mind well all the demanded,
my men who built me this keep. It prospers, thanks to their prowess: for the price have thou no heed! Fricka: So without shame
Ye shrink not to forfeit Freia, my glorious sister, for this scandalous cause? Wotan : I'll let not our fairest
Freia be taken: My thoughts never turned to such a thing. Freia {enters hastily) :
Help me, Fricka! Fail me not, Father! From mountain fastness Fasolt comes surely to catch me. Wotan : Loki advised this agreement,
and vowed to extricate Freia: On him I firmly rely. [Enter Fasolt and Fafner, two giants. Fas. : High with dome,
donjon, door, we have formed A fortress fair and fast. Now pay our wage! Freia the holy— Holda, the free one Agreed it is She goes with us home. Wotan : Other guerdon ask: Freia I must refuse. Fas.: What sayest thou,—ha?