The Dramatic Works of Volume 4 (Paperback) - 5 Angebote vergleichen

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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: . hand the hammer, Yet bring st me not the sleep, the dreamless sleep, That gives men rest. A heart athirst for work Knows it must wait, and wait in idleness: And so--in pain--it waits. for the new day. The sun, wrapped round in purple, slowly sinks Into the depths. and leaves us here alone. While we, who are used to light, look helpless on, And, stripped of everything, must yield to night. Rags are the coverlets that cloak our sleep. At noon we re kings. at dusk we re only beggars. He throws himself on a couch and lies dreaming, with wide-open eyes. A white mist comes in through the open door. When it disappears, The Nickelmann is discovered leaning over the edge of the water-trough. The Nickelmann Quorax! Brekekekex! So there he lies--This Master Earth-Worm--in his mossgrown house. He s deaf and blind, while crookback imps do creep Like the grey mists upon the mountain-side. Now they uplift their shadowy hands, and threaten! Now they go wringing them, as though in pain! He sleeps! He does not heed the moaning pines; The low, malignant piping of the elves That makes the oldest fir-trees quake and thrill, And, like a hen that flaps her foolish wings, Beat their own boughs against their quivering flanks.! Now, he grows chiller, as the winter-grey Searches the marrow in his bones. And still, Even in sleep, he toils! Give over, fool! Thou canst not fight with God! Twas God that raised thee up, to prove thy strength; And now, since thou art weak, He casts thee down! heinrich tosses about and moans in his sleep. Vain is thy sacrifice. For Sin is Sin. Thou hast not wrung from God the right to change Evil to good--or wages give to guilt. Thou rt foul with stains. Thy garments reek with blood. Now, call thou ne er so loud, the.

Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, Free shipping.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, The Book Depository [54837791], London, United Kingdom.
Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: . hand the hammer, Yet bring st me not the sleep, the dreamless sleep, That gives men rest. A heart athirst for work Knows it must wait, and wait in idleness: And so--in pain--it waits. for the new day. The sun, wrapped round in purple, slowly sinks Into the depths. and leaves us here alone. While we, who are used to light, look helpless on, And, stripped of everything, must yield to night. Rags are the coverlets that cloak our sleep. At noon we re kings. at dusk we re only beggars. He throws himself on a couch and lies dreaming, with wide-open eyes. A white mist comes in through the open door. When it disappears, The Nickelmann is discovered leaning over the edge of the water-trough. The Nickelmann Quorax! Brekekekex! So there he lies--This Master Earth-Worm--in his mossgrown house. He s deaf and blind, while crookback imps do creep Like the grey mists upon the mountain-side. Now they uplift their shadowy hands, and threaten! Now they go wringing them, as though in pain! He sleeps! He does not heed the moaning pines; The low, malignant piping of the elves That makes the oldest fir-trees quake and thrill, And, like a hen that flaps her foolish wings, Beat their own boughs against their quivering flanks.! Now, he grows chiller, as the winter-grey Searches the marrow in his bones. And still, Even in sleep, he toils! Give over, fool! Thou canst not fight with God! Twas God that raised thee up, to prove thy strength; And now, since thou art weak, He casts thee down! heinrich tosses about and moans in his sleep. Vain is thy sacrifice. For Sin is Sin. Thou hast not wrung from God the right to change Evil to good--or wages give to guilt. Thou rt foul with stains. Thy garments reek with blood. Now, call thou ne er so loud, the.

Von Händler/Antiquariat, BuySomeBooks [52360437], Las Vegas, NV, U.S.A.
This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 74 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: . . . hand the hammer, Yet bringst me not the sleep, the dreamless sleep, That gives men rest. A heart athirst for work Knows it must wait, and wait in idleness: And so--in pain--it waits. . . for the new day. The sun, wrapped round in purple, slowly sinks Into the depths. . . and leaves us here alone. While we, who are used to light, look helpless on, And, stripped of everything, must yield to night. Rags are the coverlets that cloak our sleep. At noon were kings. . . at dusk were only beggars. He throws himself on a couch and lies dreaming, with wide-open eyes. A white mist comes in through the open door. When it disappears, The Nickelmann is discovered leaning over the edge of the water-trough. The Nickelmann Quorax! . . Brekekekex! . . So there he lies--This Master Earth-Worm--in his mossgrown house. Hes deaf and blind, while crookback imps do creep Like the grey mists upon the mountain-side. Now they uplift their shadowy hands, and threaten! Now they go wringing them, as though in pain! He sleeps! He does not heed the moaning pines; The low, malignant piping of the elves That makes the oldest fir-trees quake and thrill, And, like a hen that flaps her foolish wings, Beat their own boughs against their quivering flanks. . . ! Now, he grows chiller, as the winter-grey Searches the marrow in his bones. And still, Even in sleep, he toils! Give over, fool! Thou canst not fight with God! Twas God that raised thee up, to prove thy strength; And now, since thou art weak, He casts thee down! heinrich tosses about and moans in his sleep. Vain is thy sacrifice. For Sin is Sin. Thou hast not wrung from God the right to change Evil to good--or wages give to guilt. Thourt foul with stains. Thy garments reek with blood. Now, call thou neer so loud, the. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.

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