The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 02 eBook

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And then she had to remember the impetuous eagerness with which Edward had kept her birthday-feast.  She. thought of the newly erected lodge, under the roof of which they had promised themselves so much enjoyment.  The fireworks flashed and hissed again before her eyes and ears; the more lonely she was, the more keenly her imagination brought it all before her.  But she felt herself only the more alone.  She no longer leant upon his arm, and she had no hope ever any more to rest herself upon it.


“I have been struck with an observation of the young architect.

“In the case of the creative artist, as in that of the artisan, it is clear that man is least permitted to appropriate to himself what is most entirely his own.  His works forsake him as the birds forsake the nest in which they were hatched.

“The fate of the Architect is the strangest of all in this way.  How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.  The halls of kings owe their magnificence to him; but he has no enjoyment of them in their splendor.  In the temple he draws a partition line between himself and the Holy of Holies; he may never more set his foot upon the steps which he has laid down for the heart-thrilling ceremonial, as the goldsmith may only adore from far off the monstrance whose enamel and whose jewels he has himself set together.  The builder surrenders to the rich man, with the key of his palace, all pleasure and all right there, and never shares with him in the enjoyment of it.  And must not art in this way, step by step, draw off from the artist, when the work, like a child who is provided for, has no more to fall back upon its father?  And what a power there must be in art itself for its own self-advancing, when it has been obliged to shape itself almost solely out of what was open to all, only out of what was the property of every one, and therefore also of the artist!”

“There is a conception among old nations which is awful, and may almost seem terrible.  They pictured their forefathers to themselves sitting round on thrones, in enormous caverns, in silent converse; when a new comer entered, if he were worthy enough, they rose up, and inclined their heads to welcome him.  Yesterday, as I was sitting in the chapel, and other carved chairs stood round like that in which I was, the thought of this came over me with a soft, pleasant feeling.  Why cannot you stay sitting here?  I said to myself; stay here sitting meditating with yourself long, long, long, till at last your friends come, and you rise up to them, and with a gentle inclination direct them to their places.  The colored window panes convert the day into a solemn twilight; and some one should set up for us an ever-burning lamp, that the night might not be utter darkness.”

“We may imagine ourselves in what situation we please, we always conceive ourselves as seeing.  I believe men only dream that they may not cease to see.  Some day, perhaps, the inner light will come out from within us, and we shall not any more require another.

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