again, -- but Odur turned not back to Freia. Upon those crags now sits the sad yet glorious Goddess, and weeps full many a hot and golden tear for her lost spouse; these tears I reap from out the rivers whereinto they fall, and forge from them a store of winsome works, to gladden happy mortals!’ “[453W-{3/50} Wieland the Smith: PW Vol. I, p. 225]
[454W-{3/50} Wieland the Smith: PW Vol. I, p. 233-234]
[P. 233] “Bathilde: ‘Thee serves he not; for me, it is, he slaves. On vengeance sailed he, he so fearsome in his wrath! Yet magic’lly did Love compel him to this strand; for he is forced to love me, so long as e’er I bear this ring upon my finger, this Ring which lends to maids a love-spell, to men the mastery in fight. Now go’st thou into battle and give I thee the Ring, I lose my magic power o’er Wieland; he wakes from out his blindness, and wreaks a fell revenge: -- the swords the which he forgeth, he turns their edge ‘gainst us!’
Neiding: ‘Alack! Then would he never serve me more, the wonder-working Smith! – Now see I clearly: Wieland must I bind – nay, guard myself against him – that so I [P. 234] have him in my grasp, when he awakes! O, priceless child! What gifts I thank to thee! Thou giv’st me victory, giv’st the man without a peer in all the world!’ “[454W-{3/50} Wieland the Smith: PW Vol. I, p. 233-234]
[455W-{3/50} Wieland the Smith: PW Vol. I, p. 240]
[P. 240] “Wieland (aflame with passion, snatches the Ring from her hand). Upon this Ring I swear it!’
Bathilde fastens her glance, in dread suspense, on Wieland. He gazes closer at the Ring. A terrible emotion masters him. In a transport of horror, he thunders forth: ‘Schwanhilde; my Wife!’ (Bathilde utters one piercing shriek; then stands as though struck dumb.)
Wieland: ‘Scoundrels burnt my house – my Wife! Thieves robbed me of the Ring – and it betrayed me! – Through it, revenge forgot I! – Ha! Well did Wachilde, my grandam, guide me! Hither led her waves my way! – And I, who came on vengeance bent, fell featly in my foemen’s springes! – All, all through power of this cursed Ring! – Bathilde, shameless woman, how wonnest thou the Ring?’
Bathilde: (scarcely mistress of herself) ‘From the bast on the door I stole it!’
Wieland: (swings himself in frenzy to the door; closes it fast; and seizes Bathilde). ‘My curse upon thee, thievish hell-wife! – Ha! How sly thou thought’st tosnare me in thy net of love; thou who’st never felt its flame!” [455W-{3/50} Wieland the Smith: PW Vol. I, p. 240]
[456W-{8/50} Judaism In Music: PW Vol. III, p. 80-81]
[P. 80] “… with all our speaking and writing in favour of the Jews’ emancipation, we always felt instinctively repelled by any actual, operative contact with them. Here, then, we touch the point that brings us closer to our main inquiry: we have to explain to ourselves the involuntary repellence possessed for us by the nature and personality of the Jews, so as to vindicate that instinctive dislike which we plainly recognise as stronger and more overpowering than our conscious zeal to rid ourselves thereof. Even today we only
