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<p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">As a dialectical feat, in exhibiting the higher possibilities of logic, it may have its advantages in subordinating the facts of science to the higher illuminations of fancy, and thus resting the basis of reality on the ever-changing and ever-shifting assumptions of the human mind.For the materialistic theories of to-day are not those of yesterday, nor is there any certainty that they will be those of to-morrow. They are almost as fantastic and variable as the forms of the kaleidoscope, although, as a general rule, they lack the symmetrical arrangements and proportions of that scientific toy. Professor Bastian, in considering the heterogenetic phenomena of living matter, is obliged to fall back, near the end of his great work, on the countless myriads of living units which have been evolved ( ) in the different ages of the worlds history. But by what process a vital unit can be _evolved_, he does not condescend to tell us.
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Die Sommerweide Zeigt ihren schlanken Stamm, Wenn der wehende Wind Durch ihre feinen Zweige fährt.Deine schlanken Füsse, meine Weide, Sah ich heute, Da der verliebte Wind Kosend durch deine Kleider fuhr. Wenn sie dem Bad entsteigt, so flammt Ihr schönes Antlitz feurig auf, Dass sie dem roten Ahorn gleicht, Der herrlich durch den Herbsttag glänzt. Ach, eng begrenzt ist der Besitz, den uns Das Schicksal schenkt. Zuerst geht unsre Sehnsucht Nach einem ragenden Gebirg. Sodann Scheint uns ein Berg genug,--dann gar ein Hügel, Und wird auch der uns nicht zuteil, so sind Zufrieden wir mit einem Blütenbusch. Nichts leichter, als ein Mädchenherz Beim milden Duft der Pflaumenblüten Bis in die Tiefen zu betören Durch Liebessang und Flötenspiel! Wenn du, erbarmungslose Morgenglocke, Den Schmerz der Liebestrennung ahnen würdest. Du würdest nicht die wahre Stunde rufen Beim Morgengrauen,--sondern würdest gerne Bereit sein, lügnerisch die Zeit zu künden.
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<p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">He stopped in the shadow of a house near, and, while he poured out to her all that stirred his breast, carried away by tender passion, and describing in his vehement way how great and deep his love was, in spite of the utter fatigue which weighed on her body and soul after so many agitations, she felt with deep thankfulness the immense happiness of being more precious than aught else on earth to a dear, good man.Love, which had so long lain dormant in her as a bud, and then opened so quickly only to close again under her alarms, unfolded once more and blossomed for him again--not as it had done just now in passionate ecstasy, but, as beseemed her calm, transparent nature, with moderated joy, which, however, did not lack due warmth and winning tenderness. Happiness beyond words possessed them both. She suffered him to seal his vows with kisses, herself offering him her lips, as her heart swelled with fervent thanksgiving for so much joy and such a full measure of love.
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