Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves of laurel and myrtle and rose?[803:3]
Wilhelm Meister. Book iii. Chap. i.
Art is long, life short;[803:4] judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
Wilhelm Meister. Book vii. Chap. ix.
The sagacious reader who is capable of reading between these lines what does not stand written in them, but is nevertheless implied, will be able to form some conception.
Autobiography. Book xviii. Truth and Beauty.