the beat beneath the summit
Then again! Faust! I see: in clasping big
Dangerous self, I am the remembrance,
Long wretchedly astray, the light flame flashes
Blind: so don’t they think of the fleshless dead?
What he calls from their faces, no question,
In my senses, the beat beneath the summit
Cannot be. I cannot falter: draw the
Spot for my enmity. But ah, she’s coming!
Jan 2, 2012, Supervised n-gram generation with jGnoetry. Corpora: 80% Goethe Faust (tr. Bayard Taylor), 20% Notorious BIG Ready to Die and Life after Death.