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Created by Golf Foxtrot Yankee Sierra. A website nominally associated with the group describes it as "an Internet gathering" with "a very loos Clone Troopers Playermodel Pack V1. Created by Sono. Gravity Cat The Human-Cat. Created by Nicolai SeveN. Have static face no faceposing and eye posing, sorry didn't make it Include two skins: citizen and soldier. Citizen mo Garchomp playermodel.
Created by Spike. Krotchy Postal. Here it is, Krotchy from Postal 2 Includes. Tda Papercraft Miku Append v2. Ram comes in her maid costume! Rom comes in her maid costume! Sceptile Playermodel. A grass-type from the third generation! For this playermodel I decided to step up my game, so it comes with two skins the classic one and the shiny one , and custom proportions to Tda Black Suit Miku.
Created by NisaDango. Here's Black Suit Miku! She's a model I started on months ago but I got busy and never got the chance to finish her. He also helped me with the hair Tda HS Haku. Tda Princess Carrot. Sherbet Gumi Playermodel. Created by Eelarii. A rainbow mess created out of love and boredom. Credit goes out to Captainbigbutt and UnknownDuchess for the model. Afterfall Teddy Bear P. Playermodel - Undertale - Toriel. Created by Sanikku.
Red Cherry Miku Playermodel. Reskinned for my buddy Zacky My first uploaded reskin : Holy cow 5k subs! Thanks guys! Model created by Captainbigbutt. Toothless Playermodel. Tekken Panda Costume Playermodel. Created by Sarugetchu. Tekken from the Hyperdimension Neptunia series wearing a panda suit. My friend really wanted a panda version, so I just recolored it in Photoshop without any prior knowledge of extracting.
Here it is, 2-D's Player Model. She is a sorceress, and once resided in the capital city of Aedirn. She is the youngest-ever member of the Council of Sorcerers, and was later a target recruit for the Lodge of Sorceresses She is called the "Fourteenth of the Hill" because she was believed to have been killed during the Battle of Sodden Hill.
She is a friend of Yennefer and witcher Geralt of Rivia, and is unhappily in love with PiiChan Playermodel. PuggaMaximus Playermodel. Futurama Zoidberg. Futurama Professor Farnsworth. Futurama Turanga Leela. Fast Battleships listed left to right on first picture : Kongou, Hiei, Haruna, and Kirishima Features: -Playermodels and npcs -Jigglebones for hair, sleeves, bust, belt, and skirt -Facposing -Eyeposing via faceposing -Skins for various expression Created by shoopdahoop Leteos Anthro Latios Player Model.
It was based only on my character, Leteos, but I'm sort of keeping it that way. Well, that's about it actually. This addon includes: - Classic Leteos the Latios As a ragdoll now May from ORAS as a playermodel. I rigged her and created alternate costume textures.
Ruby is her original costume from O Version 1. Zoroark Player Model. A fully working player model of Zoroark, ripped straight from the Pokemon 5th Gen addon.
I got permission from the uploader of that addon to do this, so don't whine about "not your model. I did t Finally, another player model addon!
This one is big! A really big one for me heh Anyway, like I said in my old addons, there is not much anthro Pokemon player models around in GMod's workshop, so I decided to make some and made these awesome models! Megaman Exe Playermodel. Buizel Player Model. Buizel bui. It's rather poorly done but surely usable. If you see either me or the original uploader of the model on your server, your server has this skin and you have the ability to grant it to me I require you to grant it to us.
Blaziken Player Model. This took about two hours. It's really not that hard, I'm just a lazy person. I didn't make the model; Nintendo made it for Pokepark and Rand As requested by user Protile. I'd ask OP for permission but OP isn't actually the one who made the model. It already had source bones and stuff Kecleon Player Model. If your secret fetish was always to play as a giant misproportioned oversized chameleon, boy, are you in for a trip. Most animations look positively awful but that's nothing I can really fix; Kecleon's just not humanoid enough.
The little boy named Butters from south park. NPC and Playermodel. This is Cartman, the fat boy from South Park. Playermodel and NPC. Hello comrades! This playermodel is far from Great or good compared to my First release, This is becuase I had to model the uniform and wh Autumn sisters from the game Sanctum 2. Working as a player model, npc only rebel female and ragdoll. Tda Gamer Miku.
I give credit to Xoriu for making the textures and Captainbigbutt for making the Tda Miku classic :D follow Xoriu in Deviantart and subscribe to Captainbigbutt's add Feel free to follow me to stay updated with my models And Feel fr Dracula Playermodel. Michael's GTA Online character. Mango Miku Playermodel. Red and orange mess inspired by Taullarcis.
Mango Miku has hit the 3k current subscribers mark! Thank you guys for downloading this reskin! I would like to see 6k! Model created by CaptainBigButt. Cotton Candy Neru Playermodel. Model created by CaptainBigButt KonoSuba Megumin Playermodel. Megumin Playermodel with: -ragdoll -jigglebones -bodygroups for the cape, hat and eyepatch Swampert Playermodel. After doing the playermodel for Sceptile there was only one logical way to go and and, BOY was this hard!
This playermodel presented several challenges, the big How she looks in the playermodel menu is not reflective of the actual model in-game. Created by shibe.
Be a potato! Hold CTRL to scare your enemies. Special thanks to Dr. Here is a Tda version of Misty from Pokemon. B Enjoy!
Wintergreen Ice Dragon Player Model. This was commissioned by a friend of mine. It's an anthro ice dragon! This was commissioned by a friend, so it's nt for everyone and suggestions will only be heard from him, not everyone. Reskin for my buddy RJ NPC added! Thanks a bunches everyone! Man I haven't looked at these in a while! I'm curious as to why this skin is more popular than the others? Credit goes to CaptainBigButt for the model Solid Snake - P.
Metal Gear Solid 4. Solid Snake from Metal Gear Solid 4. In his younger variant! Solid Snake FTW! Game: Metal Papyrus - Playermodel Undertale. Finally got some freetime on my hands. I labeled her as a Playermodel now as she's not perfect for posing. Purple Heart - Playermodel Hyperdimension Neptunia.
Please do not request for the other characters from HDN, I won't make them. Sorry Game: Hyperdimensi Squall Leon - Playermodel Kingdom Hearts 2. Skull Kid - Playermodel Majora's Mask. Skull Kid from Majora's Mask as a Playermodel!
My third playermodel! And yes, another one from Zelda. This time it's the evil imp with the creepy Majora m Fierce Deity Link - Hyrule Warriors. Fierce Deity Link from Hyrule Warriors! Young Link - Playermodel Hyrule Warriors. Young Link from Hyrule Warriors as a Playermodel!
Gentleman Gnar - Playermodel League of Legends. His body is sm Grizzly's Personal Player Model. Created by Ratlysh. My own personal player model! But sadly there's no eyeposing support. So yes, his left Finally Smash Bros for WiiU model porting is now possible. Plus with the proportion method we can have a proper scaled Mario playermodel! If you want to use the model as a ragdoll I'd suggest to get the ragdoll mover tool.
But sadly there's no eyeposing This is a Brawl Vault port, I do not own the model! Finally after tons of hours he's done. So far this is the second playermodel I have rigged. He was one of my favorite ones to do. I had fun. Alice Margatroid Playermodel. Alice Margatroid of Touhou is now a playermodel! Future possibilities include: -Addressing clipping issues -Playercolor Support -Viewmodel arms I will not promise to address these things, but I will try my best to add them in due time.
The o Reimu Hakurei Playermodel. This is my first playermodel rig. I had a lot of help on this thanks to Sinful Mario. It's Reimu Hakurei, a protagonist from Toho or Touhou, if that's how you prefer it spelled. Future possibilities include: -Addressing more clipping issues -Play The princess of the Mushroom Kingdom is now playable on Garry's Mod! She is ready to shoot down anyone in her way. Features: Finger rigs View Wes from Pokemon Colosseum is finally here as a player model.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and leave some feedback and constructive criticism so I can Xianghua Chai Playermodel. Contains both red and blue outfits for Xianghua as seperate player models and ragdolls.
Jesus Playermodel. I was gonna do the Riddler robots but couldn't find the a model of them so i just did Demon Batman instead.
Includes: Demon Batman Foster from game Killing Floor 2. Works as a player model, NPC and ragdoll. Old school suit style It works as a model player, npc and rebel ragdoll. There is 2 skin, body group Lilith the Siren from the game Borderlands 2. Player model, npc and ragdoll Ana Larive from game Killing Floor 2. DJ Skully from game Killing Floor 2. Works as a player model, NPC and ragdoll Second pa Lilith the Siren from the game Borderlands.
Krieg the Psycho from the game Borderlands 2. Fixed version of this addon Appeal to the authors: ashamed to spread the work of such a curve! How shall we plan, that all be fresh and new,— Important matter, yet attractive too? For 'tis my pleasure-to behold them surging, When to our booth the current sets apace, And with tremendous, oft-repeated urging, Squeeze onward through the narrow gate of grace: By daylight even, they push and cram in To reach the seller's box, a fighting host, And as for bread, around a baker's door, in famine, To get a ticket break their necks almost.
This miracle alone can work the Poet On men so various: now, my friend, pray show it. Hide from my view the surging crowd that passes, And in its whirlpool forces us along! No, lead me where some heavenly silence glasses The purer joys that round the Poet throng,— Where Love and Friendship still divinely fashion The bonds that bless, the wreaths that crown his passion! Ah, every utterance from the depths of feeling The timid lips have stammeringly expressed,— Now failing, now, perchance, success revealing,— Gulps the wild Moment in its greedy breast; Or oft, reluctant years its warrant sealing, Its perfect stature stands at last confessed!
What dazzles, for the Moment spends its spirit: What's genuine, shall Posterity inherit. Don't name the word to me! If I should choose to preach Posterity, Where would you get contemporary fun? That men will have it, there's no blinking: A fine young fellow's presence, to my thinking, Is something worth, to every one.
Who genially his nature can outpour, Takes from the People's moods no irritation; The wider circle he acquires, the more Securely works his inspiration. Then pluck up heart, and give us sterling coin! They come to look, and they prefer to stare.
Reel off a host of threads before their faces, So that they gape in stupid wonder: then By sheer diffuseness you have won their graces, And are, at once, most popular of men. Only by mass you touch the mass; for any Will finally, himself, his bit select: Who offers much, brings something unto many, And each goes home content with the effect, If you've a piece, why, just in pieces give it: A hash, a stew, will bring success, believe it!
What use, a Whole compactly to present? Your hearers pick and pluck, as soon as they receive it! The botching work each fine pretender traces Is, I perceive, a principle with you. Reflect, soft wood is given to you for splitting, And then, observe for whom you write! If one comes bored, exhausted quite, Another, satiate, leaves the banquet's tapers, And, worst of all, full many a wight Is fresh from reading of the daily papers.
Idly to us they come, as to a masquerade, Mere curiosity their spirits warming: The ladies with themselves, and with their finery, aid, Without a salary their parts performing.
What dreams are yours in high poetic places? You're pleased, forsooth, full houses to behold? Draw near, and view your patrons' faces! The half are coarse, the half are cold.
One, when the play is out, goes home to cards; A wild night on a wench's breast another chooses: Why should you rack, poor, foolish bards, For ends like these, the gracious Muses? I tell you, give but more—more, ever more, they ask: Thus shall you hit the mark of gain and glory. Seek to confound your auditory!
To satisfy them is a task. Is't suffering, or pleasure? POET Go, find yourself a more obedient slave! Whence o'er the heart his empire free? The elements of Life how conquers he? Is't not his heart's accord, urged outward far and dim, To wind the world in unison with him? When on the spindle, spun to endless distance, By Nature's listless hand the thread is twirled, And the discordant tones of all existence In sullen jangle are together hurled, Who, then, the changeless orders of creation Divides, and kindles into rhythmic dance?
Who brings the One to join the general ordination, Where it may throb in grandest consonance? Who bids the storm to passion stir the bosom? In brooding souls the sunset burn above? Who scatters every fairest April blossom Along the shining path of Love? Who braids the noteless leaves to crowns, requiting Desert with fame, in Action's every field? Who makes Olympus sure, the Gods uniting?
The might of Man, as in the Bard revealed. You meet by accident; you feel, you stay, And by degrees your heart is tangled; Bliss grows apace, and then its course is jangled; You're ravished quite, then comes a touch of woe, And there's a neat romance, completed ere you know!
Let us, then, such a drama give! Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! Each shares therein, though few may comprehend: Where'er you touch, there's interest without end. In motley pictures little light, Much error, and of truth a glimmering mite, Thus the best beverage is supplied, Whence all the world is cheered and edified. Then, at your play, behold the fairest flower Of youth collect, to hear the revelation! Each tender soul, with sentimental power, Sucks melancholy food from your creation; And now in this, now that, the leaven works.
For each beholds what in his bosom lurks. They still are moved at once to weeping or to laughter, Still wonder at your flights, enjoy the show they see: A mind, once formed, is never suited after; One yet in growth will ever grateful be. POET Then give me back that time of pleasures, While yet in joyous growth I sang,— When, like a fount, the crowding measures Uninterrupted gushed and sprang!
Then bright mist veiled the world before me, In opening buds a marvel woke, As I the thousand blossoms broke, Which every valley richly bore me! I nothing had, and yet enough for youth— Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give, unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,— O, give me back my youth again!
MERRY ANDREW Youth, good my friend, you certainly require When foes in combat sorely press you; When lovely maids, in fond desire, Hang on your bosom and caress you; When from the hard-won goal the wreath Beckons afar, the race awaiting; When, after dancing out your breath, You pass the night in dissipating:— But that familiar harp with soul To play,—with grace and bold expression, And towards a self-erected goal To walk with many a sweet digression,— This, aged Sirs, belongs to you, And we no less revere you for that reason: Age childish makes, they say, but 'tis not true; We're only genuine children still, in Age's season!
What need to talk of Inspiration? If Poetry be your vocation, Let Poetry your will obey! Full well you know what here is wanting; The crowd for strongest drink is panting, And such, forthwith, I'd have you brew.
What's left undone to-day, To-morrow will not do. Waste not a day in vain digression: With resolute, courageous trust Seize every possible impression, And make it firmly your possession; You'll then work on, because you must.
Upon our German stage, you know it, Each tries his hand at what he will; So, take of traps and scenes your fill, And all you find, be sure to show it! Use both the great and lesser heavenly light,— Squander the stars in any number, Beasts, birds, trees, rocks, and all such lumber, Fire, water, darkness, Day and Night!
Thus, in our booth's contracted sphere, The circle of Creation will appear, And move, as we deliberately impel, From Heaven, across the World, to Hell! Has He, victoriously, Burst from the vaulted Grave, and all-gloriously Now sits exalted? Is He, in glow of birth, Rapture creative near?
Christ is arisen, Out of Corruption's womb: Burst ye the prison, Break from your gloom! Praising and pleading him, Lovingly needing him, Brotherly feeding him, Preaching and speeding him, Blessing, succeeding Him, Thus is the Master near,— Thus is He here! Come up to Burgdorf? There you'll find good cheer, The finest lasses and the best of beer, And jolly rows and squabbles, trust me!
You swaggering fellow, is your hide A third time itching to be tried? I won't go there, your jolly rows disgust me! That's no great luck for me, 'tis plain. You'll have him, when and where you wander: His partner in the dance you'll be,— But what is all your fun to me? Come, Brother! A strong, old beer, a pipe that stings and bites, A girl in Sunday clothes,—these three are my delights.
Just see those handsome fellows, there! It's really shameful, I declare;— To follow servant-girls, when they Might have the most genteel society to-day! Not quite so fast! Two others come behind,— Those, dressed so prettily and neatly. My neighbor's one of them, I find, A girl that takes my heart, completely.
They go their way with looks demure, But they'll accept us, after all, I'm sure. No, Brother! He suits me not at all, our new-made Burgomaster! Since he's installed, his arrogance grows faster. How has he helped the town, I say?
Things worsen,—what improvement names he? Obedience, more than ever, claims he, And more than ever we must pay! On Sundays, holidays, there's naught I take delight in, Like gossiping of war, and war's array, When down in Turkey, far away, The foreign people are a-fighting. One at the window sits, with glass and friends, And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: And blesses then, as home he wends At night, our times of peace abiding.
Yes, Neighbor! Dear me, how fine! So handsome, and so young! Who wouldn't lose his heart, that met you? Don't be so proud! I'll hold my tongue, And what you'd like I'll undertake to get you. Come, Agatha! I shun the witch's sight Before folks, lest there be misgiving: 'Tis true, she showed me, on Saint Andrew's Night, My future sweetheart, just as he were living.
She showed me mine, in crystal clear, With several wild young blades, a soldier-lover: I seek him everywhere, I pry and peer, And yet, somehow, his face I can't discover. Bold is the venture, Splendid the pay! Lads, let the trumpets For us be suing,— Calling to pleasure, Calling to ruin.
Stormy our life is; Such is its boon! Maidens and castles Capitulate soon. And the soldiers go marching, Marching away! Released from ice are brook and river By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring; The colors of hope to the valley cling, And weak old Winter himself must shiver, Withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless king: Whence, ever retreating, he sends again Impotent showers of sleet that darkle In belts across the green o' the plain.
But the sun will permit no white to sparkle; Everywhere form in development moveth; He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth, And, lacking blossoms, blue, yellow, and red, He takes these gaudy people instead.
Turn thee about, and from this height Back on the town direct thy sight. Out of the hollow, gloomy gate, The motley throngs come forth elate: Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard, To honor the Day of the Risen Lord! They feel, themselves, their resurrection: From the low, dark rooms, scarce habitable; From the bonds of Work, from Trade's restriction; From the pressing weight of roof and gable; From the narrow, crushing streets and alleys; From the churches' solemn and reverend night, All come forth to the cheerful light.
How lively, see! Yonder afar, from the hill-paths blinking, Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. I hear the noise of the village, even; Here is the People's proper Heaven; Here high and low contented see! Here I am Man,—dare man to be! To stroll with you, Sir Doctor, flatters; 'Tis honor, profit, unto me. But I, alone, would shun these shallow matters, Since all that's coarse provokes my enmity.
This fiddling, shouting, ten-pin rolling I hate,—these noises of the throng: They rave, as Satan were their sports controlling. And call it mirth, and call it song! All for the dance the shepherd dressed, In ribbons, wreath, and gayest vest Himself with care arraying: Around the linden lass and lad Already footed it like mad: Hurrah! The fiddle-bow was playing. He broke the ranks, no whit afraid, And with his elbow punched a maid, Who stood, the dance surveying: The buxom wench, she turned and said: "Now, you I call a stupid-head!
They first grew red, and then grew warm, And rested, panting, arm in arm,— Hurrah! And hips and elbows straying. Now, don't be so familiar here! How many a one has fooled his dear, Waylaying and betraying! And yet, he coaxed her soon aside, And round the linden sounded wide. And the fiddle-bow was playing. Sir Doctor, it is good of you, That thus you condescend, to-day, Among this crowd of merry folk, A highly-learned man, to stray.
Then also take the finest can, We fill with fresh wine, for your sake: I offer it, and humbly wish That not alone your thirst is slake,— That, as the drops below its brink, So many days of life you drink! In truth, 'tis well and fitly timed, That now our day of joy you share, Who heretofore, in evil days, Gave us so much of helping care. Still many a man stands living here, Saved by your father's skillful hand, That snatched him from the fever's rage And stayed the plague in all the land.
Then also you, though but a youth, Went into every house of pain: Many the corpses carried forth, But you in health came out again.
With what a feeling, thou great man, must thou Receive the people's honest veneration! How lucky he, whose gifts his station With such advantages endow! Thou'rt shown to all the younger generation: Each asks, and presses near to gaze; The fiddle stops, the dance delays. Thou goest, they stand in rows to see, And all the caps are lifted high; A little more, and they would bend the knee As if the Holy Host came by.
A few more steps ascend, as far as yonder stone! Here, lost in thought, I've lingered oft alone, When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented. Here, rich in hope and firm in faith, With tears, wrung hands and sighs, I've striven, The end of that far-spreading death Entreating from the Lord of Heaven! Now like contempt the crowd's applauses seem: Couldst thou but read, within mine inmost spirit, How little now I deem, That sire or son such praises merit!
My father's was a sombre, brooding brain, Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and wandered, And honestly, in his own fashion, pondered With labor whimsical, and pain: Who, in his dusky work-shop bending, With proved adepts in company, Made, from his recipes unending, Opposing substances agree. There was a Lion red, a wooer daring, Within the Lily's tepid bath espoused, And both, tormented then by flame unsparing, By turns in either bridal chamber housed.
If then appeared, with colors splendid, The young Queen in her crystal shell, This was the medicine—the patients' woes soon ended, And none demanded: who got well? Thus we, our hellish boluses compounding, Among these vales and hills surrounding, Worse than the pestilence, have passed. Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving; And I must hear, by all the living, The shameless murderers praised at last!
Why, therefore, yield to such depression? A good man does his honest share In exercising, with the strictest care, The art bequeathed to his possession! Dost thou thy father honor, as a youth? Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee: Dost thou, as man, increase the stores of truth? Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee.
O happy he, who still renews The hope, from Error's deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know, one needs to use; And what one knows, one uses never. But let us not, by such despondence, so The fortune of this hour embitter! Mark how, beneath the evening sunlight's glow, The green-embosomed houses glitter! The glow retreats, done is the day of toil; It yonder hastes, new fields of life exploring; Ah, that no wing can lift me from the soil, Upon its track to follow, follow soaring!
Then would I see eternal Evening gild The silent world beneath me glowing, On fire each mountain-peak, with peace each valley filled, The silver brook to golden rivers flowing. The mountain-chain, with all its gorges deep, Would then no more impede my godlike motion; And now before mine eyes expands the ocean With all its bays, in shining sleep!
Yet, finally, the weary god is sinking; The new-born impulse fires my mind,— I hasten on, his beams eternal drinking, The Day before me and the Night behind, Above me heaven unfurled, the floor of waves beneath me,— A glorious dream!
Yet in each soul is born the pleasure Of yearning onward, upward and away, When o'er our heads, lost in the vaulted azure, The lark sends down his flickering lay,— When over crags and piny highlands The poising eagle slowly soars, And over plains and lakes and islands The crane sails by to other shores.
I've had, myself, at times, some odd caprices, But never yet such impulse felt, as this is. One soon fatigues, on woods and fields to look, Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us: How otherwise the mental raptures bear us From page to page, from book to book!
Then winter nights take loveliness untold, As warmer life in every limb had crowned you; And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and old, All Heaven descends, and opens bright around you! One impulse art thou conscious of, at best; O, never seek to know the other! Two souls, alas! One with tenacious organs holds in love And clinging lust the world in its embraces; The other strongly sweeps, this dust above, Into the high ancestral spaces.
If there be airy spirits near, 'Twixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing, Let them drop down the golden atmosphere, And bear me forth to new and varied being! Yea, if a magic mantle once were mine, To waft me o'er the world at pleasure, I would not for the costliest stores of treasure— Not for a monarch's robe—the gift resign.
Invoke not thus the well-known throng, Which through the firmament diffused is faring, And danger thousand-fold, our race to wrong. In every quarter is preparing. They gladly hearken, prompt for injury,— Gladly obey, because they gladly cheat us; From Heaven they represent themselves to be, And lisp like angels, when with lies they meet us. But, let us go! At night, one learns his house to prize:— Why stand you thus, with such astonished eyes?
What, in the twilight, can your mind so trouble? Seest thou the spiral circles, narrowing faster, Which he, approaching, round us seems to wind?
A streaming trail of fire, if I see rightly, Follows his path of mystery. It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly; Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. It seems to me that with enchanted cunning He snares our feet, some future chain to bind.
I see him timidly, in doubt, around us running, Since, in his master's stead, two strangers doth he find. A dog thou seest, and not a phantom, here! Behold him stop—upon his belly crawl—His tail set wagging: canine habits, all! Stand still, and you will see him wait; Address him, and he gambols straight; If something's lost, he'll quickly bring it,— Your cane, if in the stream you fling it.
No doubt you're right: no trace of mind, I own, Is in the beast: I see but drill, alone. The dog, when he's well educated, Is by the wisest tolerated. Yes, he deserves your favor thoroughly,— The clever scholar of the students, he! Behind me, field and meadow sleeping, I leave in deep, prophetic night, Within whose dread and holy keeping The better soul awakes to light.
The wild desires no longer win us, The deeds of passion cease to chain; The love of Man revives within us, The love of God revives again. Be still, thou poodle; make not such racket and riot! Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be? Behind the stove repose thee in quiet! My softest cushion I give to thee. As thou, up yonder, with running and leaping Amused us hast, on the mountain's crest,.
Ah, when, within our narrow chamber The lamp with friendly lustre glows, Flames in the breast each faded ember, And in the heart, itself that knows. Then Hope again lends sweet assistance, And Reason then resumes her speech: One yearns, the rivers of existence, The very founts of Life, to reach. Snarl not, poodle! To the sound that rises, The sacred tones that my soul embrace, This bestial noise is out of place.
We are used to see, that Man despises What he never comprehends, And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends, Finding them often hard to measure: Will the dog, like man, snarl his displeasure?
But ah! I feel, though will thereto be stronger, Contentment flows from out my breast no longer. Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us, And burning thirst again assail us? Therein I've borne so much probation! And yet, this want may be supplied us; We call the Supernatural to guide us; We pine and thirst for Revelation, Which nowhere worthier is, more nobly sent, Than here, in our New Testament. User icon An illustration of a person's head and chest.
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