 My own East! How nearer God we were! He glows above With scarce an intervention, presses close And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours! We feel him, nor by painful reason know! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there; now it is, as it was then;...  Goethe's West-Easterly Divan - Page 233by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1877 - 264 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Edward Berdoe - 1895 - 356 pages
...runs across some vast distracting orb Of glory on either side that meagre thread." (An Eoittle.) "God glows above With scarce an intervention presses close And palpitatingly His soul o'er ours ! We feel Him, nor by painful reason know." (I/uria.) So we are never shut in by the visible universe... | |
 | Robert Browning - English drama - 1895 - 1066 pages
...wondrous Florentines : Tet . . . Dom. I am here to listen. LUT. . My own East ! How nearer God we were I He glows above With scarce an intervention, presses close And palpitatingly, his sonl o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1897 - 308 pages
...secret sting. I am glad to have seen you wondrous Florentines Yet . . Dom. I am here to listen. Lur. My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above...presses close And palpitatingly, His soul o'er ours ! We feel Him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there ; Now... | |
 | Boston Browning Society - 1897 - 518 pages
...that passage which is better known than any other in the play, and has done more royal service : — My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above...presses close And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there ; now it... | |
 | Boston Browning Society - 1897 - 608 pages
...the fresh life of the East with an effete civilisation, or of Nature with art grown to be artifice ? My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above With scurce an intervention, presses close And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by paiuf... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1898 - 424 pages
...latent sting. I am glad to have seen you wondrous Florentines : Yet ... Dom. I am here to listen. Lur. My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above...presses close And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there ; now... | |
 | Robert Browning - Poetry - 1898 - 264 pages
...streets : How easy for them both to die like this ! I am not sure that I could live as they. 293 Ib. My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above...presses close And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting minute of creation Is felt there ; now... | |
 | Robert Browning - English literature - 1898 - 398 pages
...sting. I am glad to have seen you wondrous Florentines: Yet . . . Domizia. I am here to listen. Luria. My own East! How nearer God we were! He glows above With scarce an intervention, presses close zso And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours: We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1898 - 382 pages
...I am glad to have seen you wondrous Florentines : Yet ... Domizia. I am here to listen. Luria. • My own East! How nearer God we were ! He glows above With scarce an intervention, presses close 230 And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours: We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1898 - 382 pages
...sting. I am glad to have seen you wondrous Florentines : Yet ... Domizia. I am here to listen. Luria. My own East ! How nearer God we were ! He glows above With scarce an intervention, presses close 230 And palpitatingly, his soul o'er ours : We feel him, nor by painful reason know ! The everlasting... | |
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