The book Wit, Wisdom, And Philosophy was written by author Jean Paul, 1763-1825 Here you can read free online of Wit, Wisdom, And Philosophy book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Wit, Wisdom, And Philosophy a good or bad book?
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114. FATE AND THE CHEATED HEAET. O Fate, why dost thou strike in man the spark of a love which must be smothered in his own heart's blood ? Have we not all, abiding within us, the sweet image of a beloved, of a friend, before whom we weep, after whom we seek, for whom we hope — ^ah, and so vainly, so vainly ? Does not a man stand before a human bosom as the turtle-dove before a mirror, and, hke her. 96 JEAK PAUL EICHTER. COO himself hoarse before a dead, flat image therein, which he takes foi* ...the sister of his complaining soul ? Why is it, then, that every fair spring-evening, every melting lay, every overflowing rapture, asks us, " Where dost thou find the beloved soul to which thou wilt tell and impart thy bliss ?" Why does music give the tem- pest-stricken heart, instead of peace, only greater waves — as the tolling of bells, instead of dispelling, draws down the thunder-storms ? And why is it that, out of doors, on a fair, still, bright day, when thou loolcest over the whole unrolled picture of a landscape, over the seas of flowers that tremble upon it, over the shadows flung down by the clouds which fly from one hill to another, and over the mountains which stretch like shores and walls round our flowery circle — why does then a voice within thee cry incessantly, " Ah !
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