Английская Википедия:Das Göttliche

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Версия от 22:11, 24 февраля 2024; EducationBot (обсуждение | вклад) (Новая страница: «{{Английская Википедия/Панель перехода}} {{Expand German|Das Göttliche|date=April 2020}} '''''Das Göttliche''''' (''The Divine'') is a hymn in the Weimar Classicism style written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It was composed in 1783, and first appeared in 1785 without Goethe's consent in the publication ''On the Teachings of Spinoza''<ref>{{citation|surname1=Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi|title=Über die Lehre des...»)
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Das Göttliche (The Divine) is a hymn in the Weimar Classicism style written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It was composed in 1783, and first appeared in 1785 without Goethe's consent in the publication On the Teachings of Spinoza[1][2] by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. The first version authorised by Goethe himself was published in 1789.[3]

Lyrics

"Шаблон:Lang" "The Divine"
<poem>Шаблон:Lang</poem> <poem style="margin-left: 2em;">Let man be noble,

Helpful and good! Because that alone Distinguishes him From all beings That we know.

Hail the unknown Higher beings, Of our belief! That we should be like them! Their examples teach us That we might believe in them.

Because nature Is insensitive: The sun is shining On bad and good, The moon and the stars. It shines on the evil As on the best of us

The winds and the currents, Thunder and hail Make their way And seize us One by one. As they hurry past

Fortune too Reaches through the crowd Grabs the curly-headed boy In his innocence, And then the bald one Who is old and malevolent.

As the eternal Great iron law requires We must all Complete the cycle Of our existence.

Only we Can do the impossible: We differentiate, We choose and judge; He make the moment Lasting.

He alone may Reward the good Punish the wicked, Heal and redeem, And bind to purpose Everything wrong and lost.

And we worship The immortals As if they were people Acting on a large scale, What the best of us Do or want in our small way.

Let the noble Be helpful and good! Tirelessly he shall work toward What is useful and right, Be to us an image of those beings we sense!</poem>

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