![]() Legendary: Call Assist from each Enraged teammate.Ĭollateral Fury: Damage to all enemies. 8).Ĭhoke On My Rage!: Damage to a single enemy and apply Enrage (2T), 4 Hit Chance Down (2T) and 4 Intelligence Down (2T) that ignore immunities. Legendary: +15% Damage per each Enrage on all combatants (Max. Your finish’d gentlemen you ne’er can please Ī growing mind alone will grateful prove.Rage Charge: Damage to an enemy and apply Enrage (1T). The lofty still they honor, the illusive love, Their tears, their laughter, you command with ease, Now this one, and now that, you deeply stir,Įach sees the working of his heart laid bare Suck from your work their melancholy food The tender souls, who love the melting mood, Then youth’s fair blossoms crowd to view your play, ’Twill interest wheresoever seiz’d and shown īright pictures, but obscure their meaning: Plunge boldly into life-its depths disclose! Insensibly are link’d, they scarce know how įortune seems now propitious, adverse now, Two meet by chance, are pleas’d they linger there, Man’s mighty spirit, in the bard reveal’d!Ĭome then, employ your lofty inspiration, Makes sure Olympos, blends the powers divine?. Who, in the springtide, every fairest flowerįrom green and common leaves whose hand doth twine, Or flush of earnest thought in evening’s glow, Who in the raging storm sees passion lour, To swell the mighty choir in unison? Edition: current Page: In rhythmic flow to music’s measur’d tone? ![]() Who deals their course unvari’d till it falls, When Being’s jarring crowds, together thrown, Nature still whirls th’ unending thread of life When round her spindle, with unceasing drone, Whence comes his mastery o’er the human breast,īut from the harmony that, gushing from his soul,ĭraws back into his heart the wondrous whole? Man’s loftiest right, kind nature’s high bequest, What! shall the bard his godlike power abuse? What ails thee? art enraptur’d or distress’d?ĭepart! elsewhere another servant choose! Thus you will ne’er stray widely from the goal I tell you, give them more, still more, ’tis all I ask, One, the play over, craves a game of cards Īnother a wild night in wanton joy would spend. The half are cold, the other half are rude. More closely view your patrons of the night! What dreams beguile you on your poet’s height? Ladies display their persons and their dress, ![]() One from the festive board, a sated guest Īs to a masquerade, with absent minds, they press, Such various minds the bard alone can sway,Ĭonsider! ’tis soft wood you have to split With blows their way towards the box they take Īnd, as for bread in famine, at the baker’s door,įor tickets are content their necks to break. Still in broad daylight, ere the clock strikes four, How make our entertainment striking, new,įor to be plain, I love to see the throng,Īs to our booth the living tide progresses Īnd through heaven’s narrow portal forceful presses ’Tis true, they’re not accustom’d to the best,īut then they read immensely, that’s the bore. Yet so perplex’d I ne’er have been before Their places taken, they, with eyebrows rais’d, The posts are now erected and the planks, Edition: current Page: įain would I please the public, win their thanks īecause they live and let live, as is meet. Those I have lost become realities to me. My pulses thrill, tears flow without control,Ī tender mood my steadfast heart o’ersways In faltering cadence now my numbers roll, My song resoundeth stranger crowds among,Į’en their applause is to my heart a pang Īnd those who heard me once with joyful heart,Ī strange unwonted yearning doth my soul, Mute are the voices that responsive rang. The souls to whom my earlier lays I sang ĭispers’d for ever is the friendly throng, The dear ones naming who, in life’s fair morn,īy Fate beguiled, from my embrace were torn. Sorrow revives, her wail of anguish sendingīack o’er life’s devious labyrinthine way, Shades fondly lov’d appear, your train attending,įirst-love and friendship their fond accents blending, Within my breast youth’s throbbing pulses bound,įann’d by the magic air that breathes your march around. Ye press around! Come, then, resume your reign, Still for the fond illusion yearns my soul? Say, shall I strive to hold you once again? VOLUME II.ĭIM forms, ye hover near, a shadowy train, INDEX OF THE WOOD ENGRAVINGS PRINTED WITH THE TEXT.Eugenie, enveloped in a veil, seated on a bench in the background, with face turned to the sea. On one side a palace, on the other a church in the background a row of trees through which the port is seen below. SCENE I.-: The Antechamber of the Duke, furnished in magnificent modern style.SCENE I.-: Eugenie’s apartment in Gothic style.SCENE II.-: The Palace of Eulenberg, Residence of the Duke of Alva. ![]() SCENE I.-: Soldiers and Citizens, with cross-bows.WALPURGIS-NIGHT’S DREAM OR, OBERON AND TITANIA’S Golden Wedding Feast.2 (Faust 1 and 2, Egmont, Natural Daughter, Sorrows of Young Werther) Table of Contents
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