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• Faust a Tragedy
• Faust First Part
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Dedication.
• Prologue For the Theatre.
• Prologue In Heaven.
• Walpurgis-night.
• Walpurgis-night’s Dream; Or, Oberon and Titania’s Golden Wedding Feast. Intermezzo.
• Faust. Second Part
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Act II.
• Act III.
• Act IV.
• Act V.
• Egmont
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Soldiers and Citizens, With Cross-bows.
• Scene II.—: Palace of the Regent.
• Scene III.—: Citizen’s House.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Square In Brussels.
• Scene II.—: Egmont’s Residence.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Palace of the Regent.
• Scene II.—: Clara’s Dwelling.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: A Street.
• Scene II.—: The Palace of Eulenberg, Residence of the Duke of Alva.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: A Street. Twilight.
• Scene II.: A Prison.
• Scene III.—: Clara’s House.
• Scene IV.—: A Prison.
• The Natural Daughter a Tragedy
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Thick Wood.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.—: The Same.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Eugenie’s Apartment In Gothic Style.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Antechamber of the Duke, Furnished In Magnificent Modern Style.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Park At the Port. On One Side a Palace, On the Other a Church; In the Background a Row of Trees Through Which the Port Is Seen Below. Eugenie, Enveloped In a Veil, Seated On a Bench In the Background, With Face Turned to the Sea.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Plaza At the Port.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.—: The Same.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Scene VII.
• Scene VIII.
• Scene IX.
• The Sorrows of Young Werther
• Book I.
• Book II.
• The Editor to the Reader.
• Colma.
• Rhyno.
• Alpin.

DEDICATION.

DIM forms, ye hover near, a shadowy train,

As erst upon my troubl’d sight ye stole.

Say, shall I strive to hold you once again?

Still for the fond illusion yearns my soul?

Ye press around! Come, then, resume your reign,

As upwards from the vapory mist ye roll;

Within my breast youth’s throbbing pulses bound,

Fann’d by the magic air that breathes your march around.

Shades fondly lov’d appear, your train attending,

And visions fair of many a blissful day;

First-love and friendship their fond accents blending,

Like to some ancient, half expiring lay;

Sorrow revives, her wail of anguish sending

Back o’er life’s devious labyrinthine way,

The dear ones naming who, in life’s fair morn,

By Fate beguiled, from my embrace were torn.

They hearken not unto my later song,

The souls to whom my earlier lays I sang;

Dispers’d for ever is the friendly throng,

Mute are the voices that responsive rang.

My song resoundeth stranger crowds among,

E’en their applause is to my heart a pang;

And those who heard me once with joyful heart,

If yet they live, now wander far apart.

A strange unwonted yearning doth my soul,

To yon calm solemn spirit-land, upraise;

In faltering cadence now my numbers roll,

As when, on harp Æolian, Zephyr plays;

My pulses thrill, tears flow without control,

A tender mood my steadfast heart o’ersways;

What I possess as from afar I see;

Those I have lost become realities to me.