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" 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 233
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1877 - 264 pages
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Browning Studies: Being Select Papers by Members of the Browning Society

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...
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The Complete Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning

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...
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Bells and Pomegranates, Volume 2

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...
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The Boston Browning Society Papers: Selected to Represent the Work of the ...

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...
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The Boston Browning Society Papers: Selected to Represent the Work of the ...

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...
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning..., Volume 2

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...
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The Best of Browning

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...
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Complete Works, Volume 3

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...
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The Return of the Druses: A Blot in the S̓cutheon; Colombes̓ ..., Volume 3

Robert Browning - English drama - 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...
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Complete Works of Robert Browning: The return of the Druses. A blot in the ...

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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