 Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay ! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! Speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble...  The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction, Volume 15: German Fiction - Page 48by J W Von Goethe, Theodor Fontane, Gottfried Keller, Theodor Storm - 1917Full view - About this book
 | Ludwig Herrig - English literature - 1906 - 844 pages
...fight. 100 Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love! They are silent, silent for ever! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay! Oh! from the rock on the hill, from the top of ice the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! speak, I will not be afraid! Whither are ye gone... | |
 | Music - 1915 - 986 pages
...bard of old be near. We sit at the rock, but there is no voice ; no light but the meteor of fire. О ! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep ! О ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! О ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall... | |
 | Poetry - 1926 - 482 pages
...me, sons of my love 1 They are silent ; silent for ever 1 Cold, cold are their breasts of clay1 Oh1 from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead 1 speak, I will not be afraid 1 Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find... | |
 | Roger Fiske - Music - 1983 - 256 pages
...brother? . . . [Langsam, trauernd] Oh! from the rock of the hill; from the top of the windy mountain, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! speak, I will not be...gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find you? No feeble voice is on the wind [bis} . . . I sit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears.... | |
 | Jennifer Radden - History - 2002 - 394 pages
...my voice! hear me, sons of my love! They are silent! silent forever! Cold, cold, are their hreasts of clay! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top...steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! Speak, I will not he afraid! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed : No feehle... | |
 | Nicholas Boyle, John Guthrie - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 304 pages
...the rock of the hill; from the top of the mountain of winds, speak ye ghosts of the dead! speak, and I will not be afraid. — Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find you? (167) This seems to be a motif which stuck. It echoes in Faust's opening monologue, with the mention... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stanley Appelbaum - Foreign Language Study - 2003 - 244 pages
...my voice: hear me, sons of my love! Thev are silent: silent for ever! Cold, cold are their hreasts of clay! Oh! from the rock on the hill; from the top...steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! speak. I will not he afraid! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feehle... | |
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