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FROM  THE  FUND 
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AND 

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GERMAN  POETRY 

WITH     . 
THE  ENGLISH  VERSIONS 

OF 

THE  BEST  TRANSLATORS. 


EDITED 

BY 

H.  E.  OOLDSGHMIDT, 

MASTER  OF  THE  MODEBN  SCHOOL,   LOBETTO,   MUSSELBUBGH. 


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WILLIAMS  AND  N0R6ATE, 

14,  HENRFETTA  STREET,  COVENT  GARDEN,  LONDON; 
AND  20,  SOUTH  FREDERICK  STREET,  EDINBURGH. 

1869. 


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PREFACE. 

Nec  levis ,  ingennas  pectus  coluisse  per  artes, 
Cnra  sit,  et  lingnas  edidicisse  daas. 

In  these  days  of  Internationalism,  when  the 
inhabitants  of  Great-Britain  and  Germany  are  con- 
stantly brought  into  contact  with  each  other,  a 
general  knowledge  at  least  of  the  literary  treasures 
of  both  countries  is  looked  for  from  every  educated 
man ;  an  attempt ,  therefore ,  like  the  present ,  to 
render  a  fair  knowledge  of  German  Poetry  of  easy 
acquisition,  may  be  expected  to  meet  with  some  share 
of  public  favour  and  support.  The  literature  of  my 
native  land  abounds  in  gems  of  lyric  and  dramatic 
Poetry  of  the  highest  beauty.  Of  these  a  large  number 
are  already  well-known  to  the  British  public  through 
translations,  which  have  appeared,  from  time  to  time, 
in  Books,  in  Periodicals,  and  in  daily  p^ers;  ray 
aim  has  been  to  gather  the  best  of  these  together, 
and  thus  to  present  to  the  Reader,  in  one  Collection, 
a  number  of  the  fairest  gems  in  their  choicest  settings. 


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PREFACE. 


In  many  cases  I  have  experienced,  with  regard 
to  the  translations,  quite  an  embarras  du  choix, 
and,  accordingly ,' the  task  of  selection  among  dif- 
ferent versions  of  the  same  poem  has  not  always  been 
an  easy  one.  I  can  hardly  expect,  of  course,  that 
all  my  readers  will  be  pleased  with  the  selection 
made ;  but  let  me  humbly  suggest  that — as,  according 
to  Macaulay,  Frederick  the  Great,  with  a  truly 
royal  superiority  to  grammar,  used  to  say  —  de 
gustibus  non  est  disputandus."  Moreover,  opinions 
differ  widely  as  to  what  constitutes  a  good  translation. 
Some  are  especially  anxious  for  the  preservation  of 
the  metre  and  rhythm  of  the  origiiial,  not  recognising 
that  the  genius  of  one  language  invariably  requires 
a  different  thought -mould  from  that  of  another. 
Others ,  again ,  allowing  a  certain  latitude ,  on  the 
part  of  the  translator,  with  regard  to  the  form, 
insist  upon  a  strict  (and  literal)  adherence  to  the 
matter,  even  though,  what  is  beautiful  and  appro- 
priate in  one  language,  may  appear  strange,  perhaps 
absurd,  in  another.*  For  my  part,  I  care  more  for 
the  preservation  of  the  spirit,  the  aroma  of  the 
original,  than  for  any  mere  reproduction  of  either 
form  or  matter.  To  translate  thus,  is,  I  readily  grant, 
no  easy  thing ;   it  is  indeed,   no  less  than  the  former 


*  'T*J^ec  verbum  verbo  curabis  reddere,  fldus  Interpres.'' 
Horace,  Ars  Poetica,  133. 


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vn 


ones ,  a  high  standard  by  which  to  judge  of  a 
translation;  but  that  it  is  a  point  of  perfection  attain- 
able in  niany  instances  —  the  translations  contained 
in  the  present  volume  afford  ample  proof. 

The  collection  is  one  of  specimens  and  no  more. 
I  do  not  pretend  to  have  finished  the  harvest,  nor 
even  to  have  brought  home  all  that  is  good ;  the  field 
is  too  large,  the  growth  too  luxuriant,  my  time  too 
limited  for  the  attempt.  I  am  but  as  a  dweller 
among  the  busy  haunts  of  men,  who,  in  his  scanty 
leisure-hours,  strolls  among  waving  corn-fields  and 
through  green  lanes  —  and  who,  to  gladden  for  a 
time  his  dull  home  in  the  city,  brings  back  with  him, 
not  a  bouquet  from  the  flower-garden,  but  a  rough 
nosegay  —  say,  some  rich  and  mellow  ears  of  corn, 
some  wild-flowers  gathered  by  the  wayside,  and,  in 
memory  of  those  who  have  passed  away,  a  forget- 
me-not  or  two.  I  shall  be  glad  if  other  eyes  than 
mine  will  rest  awhile  on  what  I  have  gathered,  and 
I  trust  that  my  readers  will  feel  something  of  the 
exquisite  enjoyment  which  the  work  of  collecting 
has  afforded  to  me! 

Many  fine  versions  of  German  poems  have  been, 
most  reluctantly,  omitted  —  for  various  reasons,  of 
which  the  limits  of  space,  and  a  desire  not  to  encroach 
unduly  upon  any  publication  in  particular,  were 
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and  such  songs  as  have  been,  from  time  immemo-^ 
rial,  most  popular  among  the  German  student- world, 
are  almost  entirely  left  out;  mainly,  oecause  ample 
justice  has  already  been  done  to  them  by  such  works 
as  H.  W.  Dulcken's  ''Book  of  German  Songs."  For 
similar  reasons,  I  quote  but  a  few  select  specimens 
of  the   Devotional  Poetry   of  Germany. 

It  only  remains  for  me  to  express  my  sincere 
thanks  to  all,  who  have  either  allowed  me  to  reprint 
translations,  Avhich  have  already  been  published,  or 
who  have  contributed  new  ones  to  the  Collection.  And 
first:  place  aux  dames!  —  I  quote  by  special 
permission,  from  Lady  John  Manners  ''Gems  of 
German  Poetry"  [Blackwood  and  Sons];  from  "Hymns 
from  the  Land  of  Luther"  [Kennedy,  Edinburgh]  and 
"Thoughtful  Hours"  [Nelson  and  Sons]  by  H.  L.  L. 
My  Readers  and  myself  are  indebted  to  the  owner 
of  these  initials  for  the  happy  translation  of  Sigmund 
Kunth's  beautiful  hymn  on  everlasting  rest;  the 
translation  was  written  specially  for  this  Collection. 
Ferdinand  Freiligrath's  daughter,  Mrs.  E. 
Kroeker,  kindly  sent  various  translations,  and 
Miss  Marion  Hutchison  contributes  a  version  of 
one  of  Heine's  sweetest  poems.  Lastly,  Miss 
Winkworth  is  represented  by  two  translations; 
permission  to  quote  them  having  been  purchased  from 
the  owners  of  the  copyright. 


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PBEFACE.  IX 

I  have  to  express  also  the  deepest  gratitude  for 
the  kindness  of  Thomas  Carlyle,  Dean  Alford, 
Lord  Lytton,  Professor  Longfellow,  Eev. 
W.  W.  Skeat,  Mr.  Theodore  Martin,  Pro- 
fessor Blackie,  Mr.  Bowring,  Dr.  Basker- 
ville,  Dr.  James  Steele,  Mr.  A.  D.  Coleridge, 
Mr.  Garnett,  Mr.  Peter  Gardner  etc.  in  allow- 
ing me  to  make  use  of  their  translations ;  and  I  hare 
to  thank  Mr.  L  u  m  1  e  y  ,  who  owns  the  copyright 
of  "German  Ballads  etc."  foi;  granting  me  permission 
to  quote  from  that  interesting  work.  —  A  list  of  the 
Books  from  which  I  quote  is  appended  to  these  lines, 
and  every  contribution ,  which  appears  for  the  first 
time  in  print,  is  marked  with  an  asterisk  in  the  Table 
of  Contents.  The  Reader  may  notice  some  alterations 
in  such  translations  as  are  already  known  to  him; 
they  are  all  made,  either  at  the  request  or  with  the 
sanction,  of  the  individual  translators.  In  most 
instances  the  different  contributors  have  kindly 
corrected  their  own  proofs. 

My  thanks  are  also  due  to  the  Rev.  Dr.  Meri- 
vale  for  his  permission  to  reprint  some  of  his 
father's  translations,  notably  the  very  fine  version  of 
Schiller's  "Commencement  of  the  nineteenth  century," 
which  the  reverend  gentleman  himself  has  reproduced, 
most  happily,  in  that  delightful  volume,  the :  "Arun- 
dines  Cami."  —  Through  the  Earl   of  Elles- 


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mere's  courtesy  I  am  enabled  to  reprint  some  of 
the  late  EarFs  spirited  translations;  and  Mrs.  Anster 
very  kindly  permitted  me  to  avail  myself  of  the  late 
Dr.  A  n  s  t  e  r  s  translations  —  his  ''Faust  ,**  and  his 
versions  contained  in  ''Xeniola,"  the  "Dublin  Univer- 
sity Magazine"  etc.  The  mention  of  Dr.  Anster' s 
revered  name  brings  to  my  memory  his  gifted,  but 
unfortunate  countryman — whom  his  gentle  hand  vainly 
tried  to  rescue  from  utter  shame  and  ruin:  James 
Clarence  Mangan.     Alas,    poor  Yorick! 

In  conclusion  I  beg  to  thank  all  who  have,  in 
any  way,  helped  and  advised  me  in  the  selection  and 
arrangement  of  the  contents  of  the  Collection.  Espe- 
cially my  thanks  are  due  to  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat , 
M.  A.,  late  fellow  of  Christ's  College,  Cambridge,  and 
to  Alexander  E.  Shand,  Esq.,  M.  A.,  of 
Edinburgh ;  to  fhe  elegant  taste  and  sound  scholarship 
of  both  I  am  indebted  for  many  valuable  suggestions. 

And  now,  what  more  have  I  to  say?  Only  to 
crave  the  kindly  criticism  of  an  indulgent  public. 
That  there  are  many  shortcomings  in  the  execution 
of  what  has,  in  truth,  been  to  me  a  labour  of  love, 
I  do  not  doubt ;  but : 

Ut  desint  vires,   tamen  est  laudanda  voluntas. 

Loretto  House, 
Musselburgh,  NB.  April  1869. 

H.  E.  Ooldschmidt. 


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Specimens  of  the  poetical  writings  of 

Buerger. 

t  Ellenore    (W.  Taylor) 3 

*  The  lay  of  the  brave  man    (W.  W.  Skeat)    .....  25 

Goethe. 

Dedication.    (Faust.)    (J.  Anster) 37 

Faust.    Act    I.    Scene  I.    (Th.  Martin) 39 

Faust.    Act  II.    Scene  III.    (P.  Gardner) 43 

Faust.    Act  II.    Scene  IV.    (J.  8.  BlacMe) 47 

Faust.    Act  II.    Scene  V.    (J.  Anster) 59 

Faust.    Act  II.    Scene  YI.     (J.  8.  Blaokie) 65 

Faust.    Act  IV.    Scene  III.    (J.  S.  BlaoMe) 65 

Faust.    Act  IV..  Scene  IV.    (P.  (Gardner) 69 

Faust.    Act  IV.    Scene  VII.    (J.  8.  Blaokie) 73 

Faust.    (May-Day-Night.)    (P.B.Shelley) 77 

Faust.    Part  the  2nd.    Act  I.  -  (J.  AnSter) .    .....  81 

Faust.    Part  the  2nd.    Act  V.    (J.  Anster) 85 

Iphigeneia  in  Tauris.    Act  I.    (W.  Taylor)    .....  89 

From  Egmont.    (A.  D.  Coleridge) 93 

t  Introduction  (to  the  Poems)    (Aytoun  and  Martin)  .    .  95 

Ocean  Calm    (Lady  John  Manners) 105 

Cl&rchen's  Song    (Eiohard  Gamett) 105 

tGipsey-song    (J.^Aiister) 107 

Mignon    (Bichard  Gamett) 109 

the  Minstrel    (J.  C.  Mangan) Ill 

t  The  Erl-King   (P.  Gardner) 115 

The  Fisher    (Theodore  Martin) 117 

The  King  in  Thule    (Lord  F.  L.  Gower) 121 

The  Treasure-seeker    (W.  E.  Aytoun) 123 

Schiller. 

Wallenstein's  Camp.   Scene  VIII.    (J.  Ohurohill)     .    .    .  129 

The  Piccolomini.  Act.  I.  Scene  IV.    (Thomas  Carlyle)  .  141 

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The  Death  of  Wallenstein.  Act  I.  Scene  IV.  ,8.  T.  Ooleridge)  1 4  3 
The  Death  of  Wallenstein.   Act  III.  Scene  XIII.    (8.  T. 

Coleridge) 14 1> 

The  Death  of  Wallenstein.  Act  lY.ScenoX.  (8.  T.  Ooleridge)  15:( 

*  The  Maid  of  Orleans.  Prologue :  Scene  IV.  (W.  "W.  Skeat]  1 5!> 

From  The  Bride  of  Messina.    ("W.Taylor) 163 

+  The  Armada    (C.  H.  Merivale)     .    .    .    .* 107 

The  Maiden's  Lament    (Charles  Lamb) '.  171 

The  Indian  Death-dirge    (Lord  Lytton) 17  1 

The  Glove    (Lord  Lytton) 17  5 

The  Maiden  from  afar    (J.  Anster) 181 

From  :  The  Song  of  the  Bell.    (Lord  F.  L.  Gower) .    .    .  1S3 

t  Joan  d' Arc    (C.  H.  Merivale) 187 

The  Commencement  of  the  nineteenth  Century  (Hi  Merivale)  1 8  !> 

Farewell  to  the  Reader    (Lord  Lytton) 191 

Uhland. 

The  Shepherd's  Sabbath-song    (Lady  John  Manners)  .    .197 

tWartemberg    (W.  W.  Skeat) 197 

On  the  1 8th  of  October,  1 H I  (5     (W.  W.  Skeat) .    ...  201 

On  the  Death  of  a  Village  Priest    (W.  W.  Skeat)  .    .    .  207 

From  , ,  A  Norman  Custom  *  *  a  dramatic  poem  (Wi  C*  Bryant)  207 

t  The  Blind  King    (W.  W.  Skeat) 209 

The  Castle  by  the  Sea    (H.  W.  LongiSsUow) 215 

The  Serenade    (Lady  John  Manners) 217 

The  Minstrel's  Return    (W.  W.  Skeat) 219 

t  The  Student    (W.  E.  Aytonn) 221 

Harold    (W.  W.  Skeat) 227 

t  King  Charles's  Sea-voyage    (W.  W,  Skeat) 233 

The  Minstrel's  Curse    (W.  W.  Skeat) 237 

KOERNER. 

The  five  Oaks  of  Dallwitz    (J.  Anster) 249 

Summons  to  Arms    (Madame  D*  de  Pontes) 251 

To  the  Memory  of  Queen  Louise     (Madame  Di  de  Pontes)  257 

War  Song    (Earl  of  EUesmere) 259 

Prayer  during  the  Battle    iOt,  F.  Richardson)      ....  265 

Good  Night    (Talt's  Magazine) 267 

Heine. 

The  two  Brothers    (E.  A.  Bowring) 273 

The  Grenadiers    (E.  A.  Bowring) 275 

To  my  Mother    (E.  A.  Bowring) 279 


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,, A  pine-tree  stands  in  the  Norland/*  (Dii  J.  Steele)  .  2H1 
*,, I  wept  as  I  slumbered  at  night. "    (Anonymons)     .    .281 

*Loreley    (Dr.  J.  Steele)  , 283 

*,,My  heart,  my  heart  is  sinking."    (Dr.  J.  Steele)  .    .  2S5 

*,,I  like,  when  in  the  morning."    (Dr.  J,  Stede) .    .    .  287 

*  ,,A8  the  moon's  fair  face  appears."  (Marion  Hntohifloii)  289 
"",, E'en  as  a  beauteous  flower."  (Mrs.  £.  Kroeker)  .  .  291 
The  Tempest    (Kicliard  Ckmett) 291 

*  Sea  Vision    (Mrs.  E.  Kroeker) 29H 

*  Spring  Song    (Mrs.  £.  Kroeker) 299 

The  Eunic  Stone    (E.  A.  Bowring) 301 

The  Silesian  Weavers    (£.  A.  Bowring) 301 

Freiligrath. 

The  Emigrants    (Dr.  A.  Baekerville)  ......    ...307 

Sea  Fable    (Mrs,  £.  Kroeker) 311 

The  Illustrated  Bible    (from :  German  Ballads)   ....  3 1 5 

Ammonium    (Bichard  Gamett) 321 

The  Lion's  Ride    (Dr.  A.  Baskervillel 323 

The  Spectre-Caravan    (J.  0.  Mangan) 329 

Mirage    (Tait's  Magazine) 335 

Love's  Duration    (from  the  „Hennann") 343 

Westphalian  Summer  Song    (Mrs.  £.  Kroeker)    ....  347 

Miscellaneous  authors. 
Simon  Dach. 

Annie  of  Tharaw    (H.  W.  Longfellow) 353 

A.  W,  von  ScJdegel. 

tArion    (D.  F.  Mao-Carthy) 355 

Ernst  Moritz  Amdt. 

The  Seaman's  Dream    (W.  W.  Skeat) 369 

Adalbert  von  Chamisao. 

t  Woman's  Love  and  Life    (Dr.  A.  Baskerville)  ....  371 

*  Chateau  Boncourt    (Anonymona) 385 

JusUnus  Kemer, 

The  Richest  Prince    (Lady  John  Manners) *!)89 

Friedrich  Rueckert, 

The  Dying  Flower    (J.  S.  Blackie) •   .    .  391 

*To  the  Minstrel    (W.  W.  Skeat) 397 


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August  Graf  von  Platen.  pag. 

In  the  Night    (Richard  Oamett) 399 

Anastasiua  Gruen.  . 

The  golden  Ring    (Tait's  Magazine) 401 

Emanuel  Getbel, 

The  two  Angels    (Lady  John  Maimers) 403 

Nicolaus  Becker, 

,,It  never  shall  be  France's/'  (Dr.  J.  Steele)  .  .  .  .405 
Johann  Gaudenz  von  Salts, 

The  Grave    (Tait's  Magazine) 409 

Devotional  poetry. 

Dr,  Martin  Luther. 

,, A  Tower  of  Strength.''    (Dean  Alford) 413 

Christian  FUrchtegott  Gellert. 

Gratitude    (,, Hymns  ftrom  the  Land  of  Luther. ")  .    .    .    415 

Fgul  Gerhard. 

,,Ah  wounded  head."  (Catherine  Winkworth)  ....  417 
Evening  Hymn    (,, Land  of  Luther") 423 

Joha/nn  Scheffler, 

,  ,My  beloved  is  mine,  and  I  am  his  "  ( ,  ,Land  of  Luther* ' )  427 

Johann  Siginund  Kunth: 
*t, ,  There  remaineth  therefore  a  rest  for  the  people  of  God.  '* 

(H.  L.  L.) 431 

Matthias  Claudius, 

,, Evening  Hymn."    (Catherine  Winkworfch) 437 

De  la  Motte  Fouque. 

,, When  death  is  drawing  near. "     (Anonymons)     .    .    .    439 

Joachim  Neander. 

Praise    (,, Land  of  Luther") 441 

Karl  Gerok. 

,, God  keep  my  child."  (,, Thoughtful  Hours").  .  .  .  443 
By  the  brook  Cherith  (,, Thoughtful  Hours")  ....  447 
Moriah    (,,Thoughtfnl  Hours"), 453 

Carl  Johann  Fhilipp  Spitta. 

The  little  Flock    (,, Thoughtful  Hours") 463 

The  Angel  of  Patience  (,, Thoughtful  Hours")  .  .  .  .  467 
The  Song  of  Songs    (,, Thoughtful  Hours") 469 


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TRANSLATIONS  AIIE  QUOTED  PROM  THE 
FOLLOWING  WORKS: 

Alford,  (Henry,  Dean  of  Canterbury) :  The  Year  of  Praise. 
luster,  (Dr.  John)  Goethe's  Faust,  Part  I  and  11.  Xeniola. 
iytouii,    (William  Edmonston,  and  Th.  Martin.)     Poems 

and  Ballads  of  Goethe, 
Ballads  y  (German)  and  Songs,  —  [Lumley.] 
Blackie,  (John  Stuart):   Goethe's  Fatist. 
BowringT)  (Edgar  Alfred) :   Poems  of  Heinrich  Heine. 
Bryant,  (William  Cullen):   Poems. 
Ctrlyle,  (Thomas):  Life  of  SchiUer, 
Coleridgre,  (Samuel  Taylor) :   Schiller's  Wallenstein, 
Coleridge,  (Arthur  Duke) :    Goethe's  ^mow^. 
EUesmere,  (Earlof):   Poems.  '• 

Claniett,  (Richard;  i   Poems  from  the  German, 
Clower,  (Lerd  Francis  Leveson  [Lord  EUesmere])  Goethe's 

Faust. 
Hymns,  from  the  Land  of  Luther. 
Kdrner:  A  Selection  from  the  Poems  and  Dramatic  Works 

of  Theodor  Kdrner.     By  the  Translator  of  the  ''Nibe- 

luqgen-Treasure"  (Madame  Davesies  de  Pontes). 
Ungfellow,  (Henry  Wadsworth):  Poe^ca/  Works. 


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XVI 

L  jra  Oermanica. 

Lytton  9  (Lord) :    The  Poeins  and  Ballads  of  Schiller. 

Mangan  j  (James  Clarence) :  Poems. 

Manners 9  (Lady  John):   Gems  of  German  Poetry. 

Martin y  (Theodore):  Goethe's  Fau^t  vide  also  Aytonn. 

Merirale,  (C.  Hermann):   Minw  Poems  of  Schiller. 

Richardson,  (G.  F.):    The  Life  of  KUmer  with  Selections 

from  his  Poems y  Tales  and  Dramas. 
Slielley,  (Percy  Bysshe):  Poetical  Works. 
Slieat,  (W.  W.)  ■    The  Songs  and  Ballads  of  Uhland. 
Taylor 9  (William,  of  Norwich):   Historic  Survey  of  German 

Literature,  interspersed  with  vanous  Translations. 
Tliongrlitfal  Honrs  by  H.  L.  L. 


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(iottfrieli  ^tttgttjl  iSftrger, 

born  1748,  died  1794. 


„^oc^  flingt  ba*  fiict  »om  bra»en  SWann, 
®ie  Cr^cltcn  unt  ©IccfenfUing:" 


60LD8GHNIDT,  German  Poetry. 


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Jcnorc. 


£enore  fu^r  um*«  SKorgenrotl^ 

Smpor  au«  fd^tceren  Iraumen: 

33ift  untreu,  ffiil^eim,  otjer  tott? 
SBie  (ange  tcillft  bu  faumen? 

gr  tear  mit  Sonig  griebrid^^  aWcKi^t 
©ejogen  in  t)ic  ^raget  ©d^Iad^t, 

Unt)  ^tte  nic^t  gefd^rieben, 
£)S  er  gefunt)  geblieben. 

9flun^iet)e«  $eer  mit  Sing  unt)  Sang, 

2Rit  ^aufenfd^kg  unt)  Sling  unb  tiang, 

(Sefd^miicft  mit  griinen  Sieifern, 
3og  ^eim  ju  feinen  $aufern. 

Unt)  ilfcerad,  afl  iiberaa, 

3luf  SEegen  unb  auf  ®tegen 
3og  3l(t  unb  3ung  bem  Subelfd^aU 

I)er  fommenben  entgegen. 


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ELLENORE. 


At  break  of  day  from  frightful  dreams 

Upstarted  Ellenore : 
My  William,  art  thou  slayn,  she  sayde, 

Or  dost  thou  love  no  more? 

He  went  abroade  with  Richard's  host 
The  paynim  foes  to  quell ; 

But  he  no  word  to  her  had  writt 
An  he  were  sick  or  well. 

With  blore  of  trump  and  thump  of  drum 

His  fellow-soldyers  come, 
Their  helms  bedeckt  with  oaken  boughs, 

They  seeke  their  long'd-for  home. 

And  evry  road  and  evry  lane 
Was  full  of  old  and  young 

To  gaze  at  the  rejoycing  band 

To  haile  with  gladsom  toung. 

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@.  %.  SBttvgcr. 

„®ott(ofc!"  rief  gint)  unt  ©attin  (aut; 

.rSBinfommen!"  mand^e  fro^e  33raut. 
2ld^ !  aber  filr  ?enoren 

a33ar  ©ntg  unb  tug  tjerloren. 

ate  nun  t)a«  ^eer  tjoriifcer  tear, 
3^^^i^fte  fte  il^r  SRaben^ar 

Unb  »arf  ftd^  l^in  jur  ®rbe 
aWit  tollt^igcr  ©efcerbe. 

Die  2Kutter  lief  'soo^  ^in  ju  ii^r: 
„ad^!  bag  ftd^  Oott  erbarme! 

S)u  Iiek«  Sinb!  tDa«  ifl  mit  bit?" 
Unb  fd^log  fte  in  bie  2lnne.  — 

„D  aRuttcr!  abutter!  ^in  ifl  ^in! 

5Run  fa^rc  SBett  unb  atteg  ^in ! 
Sei  ®ott  ifl  fein  ©tbanuen: 

D  toel^,  b  »e]^  uiir  2lrmen!"  — 

„$ilf  Oott !  ^ilf !  @ie^^  uu«  guabig  an ! 

tinb,  bet  ein  9Sateruufer! 
aBa«  ®ott  t^ut,  ba«  ifi  too^Iget^an; 

®ott,  ®ott  erbarmt  fu^  unfer!"  — 

,D  amitter!  SJKuttcr!  eittet  SBa^n! 

®ott  l^at  an  mix  nid^t  too^lgetl^an! 
a33a«  ^(f,  »a«  l^alf  mein  Seten? 

9tun  ijl*«  nid^t  mel^r  t>onn6t^en!'  — 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOR,    OF    NORWICH . 

"Thank  God !"  their  wives  and  children  sayde, 
"Welcome!"  the  brides  did  saye; 

But  greet  or  kiss  gave  Ellenore 
To  none  upon  that  daye. 

And  when  the  soldyers  all  were  bye, 

She  tore  her  raven  hair, 
And  cast  herself  upon  the  growne. 

In  furious  despair. 

Her  mother  ran  and  lyfte  her  up, 

And  clasped  in  her  arm, 
"My  child,  my  child,   what  dost  thou  ail? 

God  shield  thy  life  from  harm !" 

'0  mother,  mother!   William's  gone, 

What's  all  beside  to  me? 
There  is  no  mercie,  sure,  above ! 

All,   all  were  spar'd  but  he !' 

"Kneele  down,   thy  paternoster  saye 
'Twill  calm  thy  troubled  spright: 

The  Lord  is  wise,  the  Lord  is  good ; 
What  He  hath  done  is  right." 

*0  mother,  mother !   saye  not  so, 

Most  cruel  is  my  fate :  * 

I  prayde,  and  prayde,  but  watte  avaylde 

'Tis  now,  alas',  too  late.' 


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6        •  ®.  21.  mxQtx. 

„§ilf  Oott!  ^Uf!  S95er  tien  93ater  fenrtt, 
Der  toeig,  er  ^itft  t)en  tint)crn. 

2)a«  l^od^getofcte  ©aframent 

2BirD  beinen  Sammcr  Unbent."  — 

,D  SDlutter!  abutter!  toa«  mi(^  Brennt, 
I)a«  Unbert  mx  fein  ©aframent! 

Sein  Saframent  mag  Sefcen 
Den  Sobten  toiebergebert ! ' 

„^'6x\  Sinb !  S33ie,  tocnn  ber  falfd^c  aRann 

3to  fernen  Ungarlanbe 
®id^  feine«  ®Iaufcen«  abget^n 

3um  ncuert  S^cBanbe?  — 

?a§  fal^ren,  ffinb,  fein  ^erj  bal^in! 

(Sr  l^at  e«  nimmerme^r  Oetcinn ! 
SBenn  ®ee(  unb  8eib  ft(!^  trennen, 

SBirb  i!^n  fein  9Keineib  brennen!" 

,D  aRutter!  aRutter!  ^in  ift  ^in! 

SScrloren  ifl  tjertoven! 
S)er  Sob,  ber  Sob  ifl  ntein  ®ett)inn! 

£)  tear*  id)  nie  geboren! 

'^  ?ifd^  au«,  mein  ?ici^t !  auf  ewig  au« ! 
^         ©tirfc  l^in!  ftirb  l^in  in  ^la^t  unb  @rau«, 
Sei  @ott  ijl  fein  Srbannen! 

D  tcel^,  0  rod)  mtr  2lrmen!'  — 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOR,    OF    NOBWICH. 

'^Oiir  Heavenly  Father,   if  we  praye, 
Will  help  a  suffring  child: 

Go  take  the  holy  sacrament, 

So  shal  thy  grief  grow  mild." 

*0  mother,   what  I  feele  within 

No  sacrament  can  staye, 
No  sacrament  can  teche  the  dead, 

To  bear  the  sight  of  daye.' 

^ay-be,  among  the  heathen  folk 

Thy  William  false  doth  prove,     , 

And  put  away  his  faith  and  troth 
And  take  another  love." 

^Then  wherefor  sorrowe  for  his  loss? 

Thy  moans  are  all  in  vain : 
But  when  his  soul  and  body  parte, 

His  falsehode  brings  him  pain." 

'0  mother,  mother  I   gone  is  gone: 

My  hope  is  all  forlorn, 
The  grave  my  only  safeguard  is  — 

O,  had  I  ne'er  been  bom!' 

'Go  out,  go  o^t,  my  lamp  of  life, 

In  grizely  darkness  die, 
There  is  no  mercie,   sure,  above  1 

For  ever  let  me  lie.' 


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.,Oilf  @ott!  ^ilf!  @ai  nt(^t  m«  ©erid^ 

SWit  beinem  armcn  ^nbc! 
<£ic  tceig  nid^t,  toa«  bic  S^^ge  fprid^t; 

33e^a(t  i^r  nid^t  t)ie  ©iinbe ! 

3l(i^  Sinb!  Dergig  bein  irbifd^  8eit), 
Unt)  benf  an  ®ott  unb  Seligfeit, 

(So  wirb  t)0(^  beitier  ©eelen 

2)er  Svautigam  mijt  fcl^ten!"  — 

,£)  abutter!  »a«  ifi  geligfeit? 

D  abutter!  »a«  ift  C^oHc? 
33ei  tl^m,  feei  i^m  ift  Seligfctt! 

Unb  o^ne  2Bit^e(m  §oHe! 

Sifd^  au«,  mem  ?id^t!  auf  ewig  auSI 

©tirb  ^in!  ftirb  l^in  in  ^oxt^t  unb  @rau«! 

£)^n*  i^n  mag  id^  auf  Svben, 

9Kag  bort  nid^t  felig  wetben!'  — 

So  toiit^ete  SJerjtoetfetung 

3l^r  in  ©e^irn  unb  9lbern. 
Sie  fu^r  mit  ®otte«  SJovfe^ung 

SSermeffen  fort  ^u  ^abern; 

3erfd^(ug  ben  Sufen  unb  jerrang 
2)ie  §anb  6i«  ©onnenuntergang, 


^  2)ie  §anb  6i«  ©onne 

>  ^  33i§  auf  am  §immeIg6ogen 

^^    •  I)ie  golbnen  ©terne  jogen. 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOR,    OF    NORWICH. 

'^Almighty  God  J  O  do  not  judge 

My  poor  unhappy  child; 
She  knows  not  what  her  lips  pronounce. 

Her  anguish  makes  her  wild. 

*My  girl.,  forget  thine  earthly  woe 
And  think  on  God  and  bliss; 

For  so  at  least  shal  not  thy  soul 
Its  heavenly  bridegroom  miss.' 

**0  mother,   mother!   what  is  bliss, 

And  what  the  fiendis  cell? 
With  him  'tis  heaven  anywhere, 

Without  my  William,   hell." 

'Go  out,  go  out,  my  lamp  of  life. 

In  endless  darkness  die : 
Without  him  I  must  loathe  the  earth. 

Without  him  scorn  the  skie.' 

And  so  despair  did  rave  and  rage 
Athwarte  her  boiling  veins ; 

Against  the  Providence  of  God 

She  hurlde  her  impious  strains. 

She  bet  her  breast,  and  wrung  her  hands, 
And  rollde  her  tearless  eye. 

From  rise  of  mom,  till  the  pale  stars 
Again  orespred  the  skye. 

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V, 


10  @.  21.  mt^tx. 

Unt)  augen,  ^ord^!  gicng'^  trap  trap  trap, 

^l«  »ie  t>on  9tof[e«  $ufen, 
Uut)  fUrreut  jticg  cin  Steiter  ah 

%n  bc«  ®clant)cr«  ©tufcn. 

Uut)  l^ord^!  unt>  l^ord^!  t)cn  ^fortenriug 
®anj  lofc,  (eifc  fliug  ling  (lug! 

2)aun  famcn  t>urd^  t)ie  ^fortc 
SScmcl^mUc!^  t)icfc  SBorte: 

,0«>lla!  ^otta!  I^u  auf,  mein  £int)! 

Sii^Iafft,  2iei^cn,  oter  tcatj^jt  tu? 
SBic  bift  nod^  gegcn  mt(^  gcfinnt? 

Uut)  tceincjt  ot>er  lad^ft  t>u?'  — 

,«d^,  SBH^elm!  tu?  —  @o  fpat  bei  9iad^t? 

®c»cinet  ^ab*  i(^  unt)  gmad^t; 
ad^!  groge^  Seit)  erlitteu! 

aSo  fommft  t)tt  l^er  gcritteu?'  — 

,Wix  fatteln  uur  urn  SDJitternad^t, 
933cit  ritt  id^  l^er  t)ou  SSo^mcn; 

3d^  l^abe  fp5t  m\6f  aufgemad^ 

Unt)  will  bid^  mit  mir  ncl^mcn!'  — 

,ad^,  SaSiC^etm!  'rein,  l^crcin  gcfd^toiut)! 

2)en  ^agcbom  burd^fauft  bcr  3Bint) : 
herein,  in  meincn  2lmicn, 

Oerjlicbfter,  ^u  ertoarmcn!'  — 


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WILLIAM   TAYLOIt,    OF    NORWICH.  11 

When  harke !  abroad^  she  herde  the  tramp 

Of  nimble  hoofed  steed ; 
She  herde  a  Knight  with  clank  alighte, 

And  climbe  the  stair  in  speed. 

And  soon  she  herde  a  tinkling  hand, 

That  twirled  at  the  pin ; 
And  thro  her  door  that  opend  not, 

These  words  were  breathed  in. 

**What  ho !   what  ho !   thy  door  undo ; 

Art  watching  or  asleepe? 
My  love,  dost  yet  remember  me, 

And  dost  thou  laugh  or  weepe?" 

^Ah !   William  here  so  late  at  night? 

Oh!   I  have  wachte  and  wak'd: 
Whense  art  thou  come?  For  thy  return 

My  heart  has  sorely  ak'd.' 

"At  midnight  only  we  may  ride ; 

I  come  ore  land  and  see : 
I  mounted  late^   but  soone  I  go; 

Aryse  and  come  with  mee." 

'O  William,  enter  first  my  bowre, 

And  give  me  one  embrace  ; 
The  blasts  athwart  the  hawthorn  hiss ; 

Awayte  a  little  space.' 


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12  ®.  5t.  SBilrger. 

,?a§  faufen  ^urd^  toen  §aget)orn, 
Sag  faufen,  Sinb,  (a^  faufen! 

I)er  9tap^)e  fci^rrt,  e«  flirrt  t)er  ®^)orn, 
3(^  tarf  att^ier  ni(i^t  ^ufen! 

^omm,  fcJ^iirje,  fpring  unt  fd^njinge  bid^ 
5luf  metnen  Stap^jen  l^inter  mic!^ ! 

9Ku6  l^eut*  nod^  l^unbert  SWeiten 

9Kit  bit  tn^  Srautbett  eile^i.'  — 

,5ld^!  tDoHteft  l^unbert  SBleilen  noc!^ 
9Kid^  l^eut'  tn§  Srautktt  tragen? 

Unb  l^ord^ !  e^  btummt  bie  ©lode  noc!^, 
t)k  d]  fd^on  ani^efd^Iagen.'  — 

,®ie^  l^iu,  fie^  l^er!  ber  SKouD  fd^eint  l^eH; 

333ir  unb  bie  Sobten  reiten  fd^nell; 
3d^  bringe  bid^,  jur  3Sette, 

9Zod^  l^eut'  tn«  C^^t^J^it^bette. '  — 

,®ag  an  I  too  ift  bein  ^mmerleln? 

9Bo,  toie  bein  ^od^jeit^bettd^en?'  — 
,aBeit,  toeit  Don  l^ier!  StiC,  fii^l  unb  flein! 
Sed^^  SSretter  unb  ^toei  SSrettd^en?'  — 


,§at*i^  $Raum  fixr  mid^?'  —  ,-5ur  bid)  unb  mid^ ! 
Somm,  fd^urje,  faring  unb  fc^njinge  bid^! 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOR,    OF    NORWICH.  13 

^The  blasts  athwarte  the  hawthorn  hiss. 

I  may  not  harbour  here; 
My  spurs  are  sett,   my  courser  pawes, 

My  hour  of  flight  is  nere." 

"All  as  thou  lyest  upon  thy  couch, 

Arj^se  and  mount  behinde ; 
To  night  we'le  ride  a  thousand  miles, 

The  bridal  bed  to  finde/' 

*How,   ride  to  night  a  thousand  miles? 

Thy  love  thou  dost  bemock : 
Eleven  is  the  stroke  that  still 

Rings  on  within  the  clock.' 

"Locke  up;  the  moon  is  bright,  and  we 

Outstride  the  earthly  men  : 
lie  take  thee  to  the  bridal  bed, 

And  night  shall  end  but  then." 

^And  where  is  then  thy  house,  and  home, 

And  bridal  bed  so  meet?' 
"'Tis  narrow,   silent,  chilly,  low. 

Six  planks,   one  shrouding  sheet." 

*And  is  there  any  room  for  me 

WTierein  that  I  may  creepe?'    . 
"There's  room  enough  for  thee  and  me 

Wherein  that  we  may  sleepe. 


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14  @.  21.  ^ilrger. 

I)ie  §o(i^jeit«gafie  l^offcn; 

S)ie  hammer  fle^t  un^  off  en.'  ^- 


®(^on  Siebd^n  fc^iirjte,  fprang  unt)  fd^toattg 

®i(i^  auf  bag  3tog  bel^enbe; 
2Bo]^I  urn  ben  trauten  Sieiter  fci^lang 

®ie  i^re  SiUenl^anbe. 

Unt)  l^urre  l^urre,  l^opl  ^op!  ^op! 

®ieng*g  fort  in  faufenbem  ®aIop^), 
!Da§  $Ro6  unb  9teiter  fci^noben, 

Unt)  Sie«  unb  gunlen  ftoben, 

3ur  rc<i^tcn  unb  jur  Knfen  $anb 

3?ort>ei  Dor  il^ren  SSUdten, 
3Bie  flogen  Singer,  $eib*  unb  ?anb! 

SBie  bonnerten  ble  93rii(fen! 


„®raut  Stebc^en  aud^?  2)er  aRonb  fd^eint  ^eH! 

§urra^!  bie  lobten  reiten  fd^neH! 
®raut  2tebc^en  auc^  tjor  Jobten?"  — 

,%il  nein!  boc^  lag  bie  lobten!'  — 


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WILLIAM   TAYLOR,    OF    NORWICH.  15 

**A11  as  thou  lyest  upon  thy  couch, 

Aryse,  no  longer  stop; 
The  wedding-guests  thy  coming  wayte 

The  chamber-door  is  ope." 

All  in  her  sacke  as  there  she  lay, 

Upon  his  horse  she  sprung; 
And  with  her  lily  hands  so  pale 

About  her  William  ching. 

And  hurry-skurry  off  they  go, 

Unheeding  wet  or  dry ; 
And  horse  and  rider  snort  and  blow, 

And  sparkling  pebbles  fly. 

How  swift  the  flood,  the  mead,  the  wood, 

Aright,   aleft,   are  gone ! 
The  bridges  thunder  as  they  pass 

But  earthly  sowne  is  none. 

Tramp,  tramp,  across  the  land  they  speede ; 

Splash,  splash,  across  the  see  : 
**Hurrah !   the  dead  can  ride  apace. 

Dost  feare  to  ride  with  me? 

''The  moon  is  bright,  and  blue  the  night; 

Dost  quake  the  blast  to  stem? 
Dost  shudder,  mayde,  to  seeke  the  dead?" 

'No,  no,   but  what  of  them?' 


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1 


16  ®.  21.  mxQtx. 

aSaS  flang  tort  filr  ©efang  unt  Ji(ang? 

aSa^  flatterten  We  SRaben? 
^oxif  ©lorfenHaug!  l^orc^  loWenfang: 
,Sagt  unS  ben  ?eib  kgrafcen.' 

Unt)  nSl^er  jog  ein  Sei(i^enjug, 

!Der  ©arg  unt)  lobtenbal^re  trug. 

DaS  Steb  war  ju  tjergleid^en 
Dent  Unfenruf*in  leic^en. 

,yiaii  5Kitternaci^t  begrabt  ten  Seib 
SKit  ^lang  unb  ®ang  unt  Stage ! 

3et5t  fiu^r'  id^  l^eim  mein  iungeS  SBeib; 
9Kit,  mit  jum  93rautgelage !  —     , 

Somm,.  Mfler,  l^ier !  Somm  mit  tern  Sl^ov 
Unb  gurgle  mir  ba3  93rautlieb  t)orI 

Somm,  ^faff',  unb  fpric^  ben  Segen, 
©^  toir  ju  Sett  un«  legen!'  — 

Still  Slang  unb  ®ang  —  bie  Sa^re  fd^^anb 

©el^orfam  feinem  9tufen, 
Sam'3  l^urre!  I^une!  na%erannt 

§art  l^inter'^  S^iappen  §ufen. 

Uijb  immer  toeiter,  ^op !  l^op !  ^op ! 

Oieng'S  fort  in  faufcnbcm  Oalopp, 
3)ag  9iog  unb  9teiter  fc^noben, 

Unb  Sie«  unb  gunfen  ftoben. 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOE,    OP    NOE^VICH.  17 

How  glumly  sounes  yon  dirgy  song! 

Night-ravens  flappe  the  wing. 
What  knell  doth  slowly  toUe  ding  dong? 

The  psalms  of  death  who  sing? 

Forth  creepes  a  swarthy  funeral  train, 

A  corse  is  on  the  biere ; 
Like  croke  of  todes  from  lonely  moores, 

The  chauntings  meete  the  eere. 

"Go,   beare  her  corse  when  midnight's  past 

With  song  and  tear  and  wail ; 
I  've  gott  my  wife,   I  take  her  home, 

My  hour  of  wedlock  hail! 

"Leade  forth,   o  dark,  the  chaunting  quire. 

To  swell  our  spousal  song: 
Come,  priest,   and  reade  the  blessing  soone; 

For  our  dark  bed  we  long." 

The  bier  is  gone,  the  dirges  hush: 

His  bidding  all  obaye. 
And  headlong  rush  thro  briar  and  bush 

Beside  his  speedy  waye. 

Halloo!  halloo!   how  swift  they  go. 

Unheeding  wet  or  dry; 
And  horse  and  rider  snort  and  blow, 

And  sparkling  pebbles  fly. 

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S33ie  flogcn  rec^t«,  xm  flogen  Unte 

©ebirge,  33aum*  unt)  $e(fciil 
S33te  flogen  Unte,  unt)  rcci^t«  unt)  Unfe, 

!Die.  D3rfer,  @tat)t'  unt  gleden! 
■t 

,®raut  Sicfcd^n  auci^?  —  S)er  SKonb  fci^int  ^eH! 

^urral^!  tie  lotten  reiten  fci^nctt! 
®raut  Siebd^cn  aud^  tior  Sottcn?'  — 

'Sc^!  lag  fte  m^n,  tie  Gotten!  — 

©icl^  ta!  ftel^  ta!  2lm  $o%erici^t 

2anjt  urn  te«  9iate«  ©pintcl, 
§alb  fici^tbarlici^  bei  5Kontentic!^t, 

ein  luftige^  ©efintel. 

,@a!  fa!  (Scfmtel!  l^ier!  fomm  ^ier! 

©eftntel,  fomm  unt  folge  mir! 
%mi  un«  ten  $od^jeit«reigen, 

3Benn  toir  ^u  33ette  fteigen!'  — 

Unt  ta«  ©epntel,  ^v\^\  ^ufc^I  ^ufc^! 

^am  l^inten  na(i^  gepraffelt, 
aBie  SBirbcltoint  am  ^afelfcufcfe 

Dur(^  tiirre  ©latter  raffelt. 

Unt  toeiter,  toeiter,  l^op!  l^op!  ^op! 

®ing'«  fort  in  faufentem  ®alopp, 
Dafe  $Ro6  unt  9ieiter  fci^noben 

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WILLIAM    TAYLOK,    OF    NORWICH.  19 

How  swift  the  hill,  how  swift  the  dale, 

Aright,  aleft  are  gone  ! 
By  hedge  and  tree,  by  thorp  and  town, 

They  gallop,  gallop  on. 

« 

Tramp,   tramp,  across  the  land  fbey  speede ; 

Splash,  splash,   across  the  see: 
**Hurrah  !  the  dead  can  ride  apace ; 

Dost  feare  to  ride  with  raee? 

*TiOok  up,   look  up,   an  airy  crew 

In  roundel  daunces  reele. 
The  moon  is  bright  and  blue  the  night 

Mayst  dimly  see  them  wheele. 

''Come  to,   come  to,  ye  ghostly  crew, 

Come  .to  and  follow  me. 
And  daunce  for  us  the  wedding  daunce 

When  we  in  bed  shall  be." 

And  brush,  brush,  brush,  the  ghostly  crew 

Came  wheeling  ore  their  heads 
All  rustling  like  the  witherd  leaves 

That  wide  the  whirlwind  spreads. 

Halloo  !   halloo  !   away  they  go , 

Unheeding  wet  or  dry; 
And  horse  and  rider  snort  and  blow 

And  sparkling  pebbles  fly. 

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SBie  flog,  toa^  runt)  ter  iDiotit)  befc!^ien, 

S33ie  flog  e3  in  tie  .??eme  I 
aSBie  flogen  oben  iiber^in 

I)er  $tmmel  unb  tie  ©terne! 

,®xant  ikh^m  aud^?  —  I)er  5Wont)  fcJ^eint  ^ctt! 

^urral^!  bie  lobten  reiten  fd^neU! 
®raut  Stebd^en  and)  tjor  Sobten?'  — 

,D  toel^!  tag  rul^n  bie  lobtcn!'  — 

,9tapp!  9ia})^)!  mid^  biinft,  bcr  $)a]^n  fd^on  ruft; 

SSolb  loirb  ber  ®anb  uerrinncu! 
^tai^pl  9iapp!  i(!^  totttre  2Korgentuft; 

3iapp!  tummie  bid^  t)on  ^inncn! 

SJottbrac^t,  t)ottbrac^t  ijt  unfer  ?auf! 

®a^  §od^jeit«bette  t^ut  flc^  auf.! 
!Die  Xobten  reiten  fc^nette! 

SBir  finb,  totr  fmb  jur  ©telle!'    — 

9iafd^  auf  ein  eifern  ©ittertl^or 

®ing*«  mit  tjerl^angtem  3%^^  J 
SKit  fd^toanfer  ®ert  ein  ©d^Iag  batjor 
3erfprengte  @d^(o§  unb  9tiegel. 

I)ie  ^ilget  flogen  fiirrenb  auf/ 

Unb  ilfcer  ®raber  ging  ber  8auf ; 

S3  blinften  Seid^enfletne 

3iing3um  im  SWonbenfd^eine. 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOK,    OF    NOBW 

And  all  that  in  the  moonshyne  lay 
Behind  them  fled  afar; 

And  backward  scudded  overhead 
The  skie  and  every  star. 

Tramp,  tramp,  across  the  lai^d  the) 
Splash,   splash,  across  the  see  : 

''Hurrah  !  the  dead  can  ride  apace  ; 
Dost  feare  to  ride  with  mee? 

1  weene  the  cock  prepares  to  cro-w 
The  sand  will  soone  be  run  : 

I  snuffe  the  early  morning  air; 

Downe !   downe !   our  work  is  ( 

"The  dead,  the  dead  can  ride  apac( 
Our  wed-bed  here  is  fit: 

Our  race  is  ridde,  our  journey  ore 
Our  endless  union  knit." 

And  lo !  an  yron-grated  gate 

Soon  biggens  to  their  view  : 

He  crackde  his  whyppe ;  the  locks, 
Cling,  clang !   assunder  fliew. 

They  passe,  and  'twas  on  graves  th 
'*  'Tis  hither  we  are  bound :" 

And  many  a  tombstone  ghastly  whi 
Lay  in  the  moonshyne  round. 


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S)e«  9ieiter«  Setter,  Stild  filr  Stiic!, 
??ie(  a6  xok  miirber  3^^^^^- 


3um  Sc^dDel  o^ne  3^Pf  ^"^  ®c^opf, 
3um  nacften  ®c^at)et  toart)  fein  S'opf, 

©ein  S6r^)er  jum  ®erippe 

aWit  ©timtenglaiS,  uKo  §ippe. 


$od^  bdumtc  fic^,  toilD  fc^uob  ter  9tapp 
Unt  fpriil^te  geuerfunfen; 

Unt)  l^uil  tDar*«  unter  i^r  ^erab 
SSerfd^tDunfcen  u)il)  t)erfunfen. 

©el^eul,  ®e^eu(  au3  ^o^ev  Suft, 

®ett>infef  fam  au3  tiefer  @ruft; 

8enoren«  ^erj  mit  S3eben 

$ang  jtDifci^en  3:oD  unt)  2eben. 

9tun  tanjten  tx>o^  beim  2Rontenglan5 
9iuntum  l^erum  im  ^eife 

S)ie  ©eijter  einen  Settentanj 
Unb  ^eulten  Diefe  SBeife: 


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WILLIAM    TAYLOK,    OF    NORWICH.  23 

And  when  he  from  his  steed  alytte, 

His  armure,  black  as  cinder 
Did  moulder,  moulder  all  away 

As  were  it  made  of  tinder. 

His  head  became  a  naked  scull 

Nor  hair  nor  eyne  had  he : 
His  body  grew  a  skeleton 

Whilome  so  blithe  of  ble. 

And  at  his  dry  and  boney  heel 

No  SfTur  was  left  to  bee ; 
And  in  his  witherd  hand  you  might 

The  8C}i;he  and  hourglass  see. 

And  lo  I  his  steed  did  thin  to  smoke, 

And  charnel  fires  outbreathe ; 
And  pal'd  and  bleachde,   then  vanish de  quite 

The  maid  from  underneathe. 

And  hollow  bowlings  hung  in  air, 

And  shrekes  from  vaults  arose  : 
Then  knewe  the  mayd  she  might  no  more 

Her  living  eyes  unclose. 

But  onward  to  the  judgment  seat, 

Thro'  mist  and  moonlight  dreare 

The  ghostly  crew  their  flight  perse  we , 
And  ^oUowe  in  her  eare : 


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„®ebult)!  ®ct)uto!  »enn*«  $)crj  aud^  brid^t? 

SDWt  ®ott  im  C)imme(  l^abre  nid^! 
Dc«  ?etbe«  fcifi  bu  ktig; 

®ott  fei  bet  ®cde  gniteig ! " 


^a5  Jtcb  t)om  firaoeti  SHatiti. 


j^od^  fUngt  ba«  Sieb  t)om  bratjen  SWann, 
2Bie  Drgelton  unb  ®Iodtenflattg. 
2Ber  ^o^e«  2)hit^«  fic^  ril^men  fann, 
!Den  lol^nt  nid^t  ®o(b,  ben  lol^nt  ®efan9. 
®ott(ob!  ba§  id^  pngen  unb  ^Jveifen  !ann, 
3u  fingen  unb  preifen  ben  brat^en  SWann. 

Der  I^autuinb  fam  Dom  2Kittag^meer, 

Unb  fc^nob  burd^  SBelfd^Ianb,  trilb'  unb  feud^t, 

I)ie  SBolfen  flogen  Dor  il^m  ^er, 

ffiie  tuann  ber  S35o(f  bie  §eerbe  fc^euc^t. 

ffir  fegte  bie  tJ^lber,  jerbrad^  ben  ^orft; 

Sluf  Seen  unb  Str5men  ba§  ®runbet«  borft. 

3lm  §od^gebirge  fd^molj  ber  ©d^nee; 
3)er  Sturj  t)Ott  taufenb  SOSaffem  fd^B; 
®a§  SBiefentl^al  begrub  ein  ®ee; 
!De^  ?anbe^  §eerflront  n?ud&g  unb  fd^trolj; 


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BEV.    W.    W.    8KEAT.  25 

^Be  patient,  tho  thyne  herte  should  breke 

Arrayne  not  Heaven*^  decree, 
Thou  nowe  art  of  thy  bodie  reft, 

Thy  soul  forgiven  bee. 


THE  LAY  OF  THE  BRAVE  MAN. 


Loud  sounds  afar  the  brave  man's  lay, 

Like  bells*  clear  chime  or  organ's  roll ; 

Sweet  song,  not  gold,  can  best  repay 

The  man  who  shows  a  dauntless  soul. 

Thank  God !  who  hath  taught  me  to  praise  and  sing, 

For  loud  shall  the  brave  hero's  praises  ring. 

The  warm  wind  came  from  the  Southern  sea, 

And  Italy  felt  its  humid  breath ; 
The  scattered  clouds  before  it  flee, 

Like  flocks,  when  wolves  bring  fear  and  death. 
It  swept  o'er  the  fields,  the  forest  it  brake, 
And  loosened  the  ice  upon  streamlet  and  lake. 

Snow  melted  on  the  mountain-tops : 

A  thousand  plunging  torrents  fell : 
Lakes  buried  field,  and  dale,  and  copse ; 

Each  river  rose  with  sudden  swell. 


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^od^  roHtcn  t»ie  aSJogcn,  cntlang  i^r  ®(ci«, 
Unb  rollten  gctt)attige  ^Jclfen  Si«. 

Sluf  'SPfeitcm  unD  auf  ^ogen  f(^tt>cr, , 

2lu«  Duabcrftcin  t)on  untcn  auf, 

Sag  cine  Sriidte  brilbct  l^cr, 

Unt)  mitten  ftanb  cin  §Su«(^cn  brauf. 

^ier  tDol^ntc  t)cr  3«>Cner,  mit  SBeib  unb  Sinb. 

„D  SeUnerl  o  BSancr!    gntftcud^  gcfd^mmb!" 

S«  brfil^nt*  unb  brfil^ntc  bum^f  l^cran, 
8aut  l^cuttcn  ©turm  unb  2Bog*  um*«  ^au8, 
©cr  3<5ttncr  fprang  jum  ®ad^  l^inan, 
Unb  blicft*  in  ben  lumult  l^inauS  — 
„93arml^erjiger  ^immcl!  erbamie  bid^! 
Serioren!  berloren!  2Ber  rettet  mid^?" 

®ie  ©d^oHen  roUten,  ®^ug  auf  ^Bi^n^, 

Son  beiben  Ufern,  l^ier  unb  bort, 

SSon  kiDen  Ufem  rig  ber  5Iu§ 

S)ie  ^feiier  fammt  ben  93ogen  fort. 

®er  bebenbe  3^Hner,  mit  SSJeib  unb  Sinb, 

Sr  l^eufte  noc^  (auter,  aU  ©trorn  unb  SBinb. 

S)ie  ®d^oHcn  roKten,  ©tog  auf  ©tog, 
Sin  beiben  Snben,  l^ier  unb  bort, 
3erbotften  unb  jertrilmmert,  f(^og 
Sin  ^feiter  nad^  bem  anbern  fort. 
93alb  na^te  ber  SKitte  ber  Umfturj  fid^  — 
„S3arm]^erjiger  §immel!  erbarme  bid^I"  — 


BEV.    W.    W.    SKEAT.  27 

Their  channels  the  cataracts  ploughed  and  tore, 
And  fragments  of  ice  to  the  valley  bore. 

On  piers  and  arches  strongly  planned, 

Well  built  of  quarried  stone  and  wood, 

A  lofty  bridge  the  valley  spanned, 

Whereon,  midway,  a  cottage  stood  : 

And  here  lived  the  tollman  with  child  and  wife : 

''Oh,  tollman !  oh,  tollman !  flee  fast  for  thy  life  !" 

Loud  roared,  and  howled,  and  beat,  and  rained 
The  storm  around  that  lonely  home ; 

At  length  the  roof  the  tollman  gained, 
And  looked  across  the  seething  foam, 

"Oh  merciful  heaven !  my  trust  is  in  thee  ! 

I  am  lost,  I  am  lost!  what  refuge  for  me?" 

The  blocks  of  ice  came  rolling  fast 

On  either  bank,  both  far  and  near  : 
On  either  side  the  stream  rushed  past. 

And  swept  away  both  arch  and  pier : 
The  timorous  tolhnann  with  wife  and  child, 
Shrieked  louder  yet  than  the  tempest  wild. 

The  heaped  up  ice  came  rolling  on,' 

At  either  end  both  far  and  near ; 
Arch  after  arch  away  was  gone, 

In  fragments  fell  each  ruined  pier. 
To  the  middle  the  turmoil  had  forced  its  way, 
''Oh  merciful  heaven,  liow  help !  we  pray  !" 


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28  ®.  31.  SBiirger. 

$o(i^  auf  Dem  femen  Ufcr  jlanb 

Sin  ©d^toarm  oon  ©affern,  grog  unb  ftein; 

UnD  jcber  f(^rie  unt>  rang  bic  §anb, 

Dod^  mod^te  5Ricmanb  Siettcr  fcin. 

2)er  bcbcnbe  3^^^^  tnit  Beib  unb  Sinb, 

^Durd^^cultc  nad^  9tettung  ben  ®trom  unb  SEBinb. 

SaSann  Hingji  bu,  8ieb  t)om  6rat>en  SKann, 
SBic  Drgelton  unb  ©lodtenftang  ? 
2Bo^(an!  fo  ncnn'  i^n,  nenn'  i^n  bann! 
SBann  ncnnfl  bu  i^n,  mein  f(^6nficr  ©ang? 
©alb  na^et  bet  SKitte  bcr  Umfturj  ftd^, 
D  braver  5Dlann,  braver  51Kann,  jcige  bid^! 

dta^if  galoppirt'  ein  @raf  ^eroor, 

3luf  l^^em  9to6,  ein  ebler  ®raf; 

2Ba6  ]^ie(t  be^  ©rafen  ^anb  empor? 

(Sin  aSeutel  toax  e«,  toU  unb  fhaff.  — 

„3^ei]^unbert  ^ijiolen  fmb  jugefagt 

2)eni,  toeld^er  bie  9tettung  ber  5ltmen  toagt!" 

aSer  iji  ber  Sraoe?  SffS  ber  ®raf? 
®ag*  an,  mein  bracer  Sang,  fag'  an! 
Der  ®raf,  6eim  ^od^ften  ®ott,  tioar  brat)! 
2)od^  toei^  id^  einen  bratern  aWann.  — 
D  bracer  SKann,  bracer  2Wann!  jeige  bid^! 
Sd^on  nal^t  ba6  Serberben  fld^  fiird^terlid^.  — 

Unb  immer  ]^8^er  fd^tooll  bie  ^lut^  ; 
Unb  immer  lauter  fdl^nob  ber  SSinb; 


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BEV.    W.    W.    SKEAT.  29 

High  on  the  farthest  bank  a  crowd 

Of  gazers,  young  and  aged,  stood; 
Each  wrung  his  hand,  and  wept  aloud : 

But  none  would  dare  that  dangerous  flood : 
The  timorous  tollman,  with  wife  and  child, 
Shrieked  loudly  for  help  thro'  the  uproar  wild. 

When  shall  the  brave  man's  lay  be  rung, 
Like  organ's  roll,  or  bells'  pure  chime? 

When  shall  his  noble  name  be  sung, 

My  sounding  song  ?  'tis  time !  'tis  time  ! 

To  the  midst  hath  the  turmoil  forced  it«  way  : 

Brave  hero !  brave  hero !  now  help,  I  pray ! 

Fast  galloped  up  a  noble  knight, 

A  horse  he  rode  of  stately  build, 
What  hold  his  right  hand  forth  to  sight? 

A  heavy  purse  with  gold  well-filled. 
''Two  hundred  pistoles  are  here,  I  swear, 
For  him  who  to  save  them  will  nobly  dare  I 

Will  he  -^  this  knight  —  those  wretches  save? 

Is  he  thy  worthy  theme,  my  song? 
The  knight,  as  Heav'n  doth  know,  was  brave, 

But  one  more  brave  shall  come  ercvlong. 
Brave  hero !  brave  hero  !  at  length  appear ! 
Their  terrible  ruin  is  drawing  near. 

And  higher  still  the  flood  doth  swell, 

And  louder  still  the  storm  doth  rave, 


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Unt)  imtner  tiefer  fattf  bcr  SKut^.  — 
D  ^Rctter!  JRettcr!  fomm'  gefd^winb! 
®tet«  ^feilcr  feei  ^fcilcr  jerSorfl  unt)  brac^, 
?aut  fra(i^ten  unb  ftihrjtcn  bie  ©ogen  naci^*. 

„$aao^!  ^aKol^!  grifd^  auf!  gcwagt!" 

^oif  '^ielt  ber  ®raf  ben  ^rci6  empor, 

®in  jeber  port's,  bod^  3eber  jagt, 

5(u6  Saufettben  tritt  Seiner  »or. 

SSergeSen^  burd^^eutte,  mit  SEikib  unb  Stub, 

I)er  3^Hner  nadf  9tettung  ben  Strom  unb  SBinb. 

Siel^\  ^(tfkift  unb  reci^t  ein  Saue^^mann 

2lm  SBanberftabe  fc^ritt  ba^er, 

SKit  grobem  Sitte(  anget^an, 

2ln  aSJud^S  unb  SlritUfe  ^oc^  unb  ^e^r. 

Er  ^orte  ben  ®rafen;  tjerna^m  fein  3Bort; 

Unb  fc^aute  ba^  nai^e  SSerberben  bort. 

Unb  fii^n,  in  ®otte6  Siamen,  fprang 

gr  in  ben  nad^ften  gifd^erfa^n ; 

Irot5  333irbel,  Sturm  unb  Sogenbrang, 

Sam  ber  Srretter  glMlid^  an: 

I)oc^  tioe^e!  ber  Stac^en  tear  att^u  fiein, 

Um  9?etter  Don  alien  jugleic^  5U  fein. 

Unb  breimal  jtoang  er  feinen  fial^n, 
Sro^  SBirSel,  Sturm  unb  Sogenbrang; 
Unb  breimal  fam  er  g(ildf(id^  an, 
33i«  il^m  bie  9?ettung  ganj  gelang. 


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KEV.    W.    W.    8KEAT.  31 

And  more  and  more  their  courage  fell.  — 

O  daring  hero,  haste  to  save! 
Pier  upon  pier  is  burst  in  two, 
Arch  after  arch  is  broken  through ! 

"Will  no  one  dare?  see  here !  see  here !" 

The  knight  held  out  the  tempting  prize : 

Each  peasant  hears,  but  shrinks  with  fear, 

Of  thousands,  none  the  risk  defies.  # 

In  vain  did  the  tollman,  with  wife  and  child. 

Shriek  loudly  for  help  thro'  the  uproar  wild. 

But  lo  !  a  peasant,  staff  in  hand, 

Comes  striding  up  with  hurried  pace, 

His  mean  attire  the  gazers  scanned, 

His  stalwart  frame,  and  noble  face. 

He  hears  the  promise  the  knight  had  made, 

And  saw  that  their  doom  could  scarce  be  stayed. 

He  trusted  God's  protecting  power, 

And  in  the  nearest  skiff  he  leapt ; 
In  spite  of  stream,  and  whirl,  and  shower, 

His  way  the  daring  hero  kept ; 
Oh !  horror !  the  boat  is  so  frail  and  small, 
It  never  can  hold  them  and  save  them  all ! 

In  spite  of  whirl,  and  storm,  and  tide, 

Three  times  the  dangerous  course  he  braved; 

Three  times  he  safely  reached  the  side. 

By  God's  good  grace,  till  all  were  saved : 


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32  ®.  ^.  ^ilvger. 

taum  famen  t)te  Seftten  in  flc^rn  ^rt, 
®o  roHte  t)a«  Icfttc  ©etrttmmcr  fort.  — 

aSer  ift,  tDcr  ifi  t)cr  brace  SKann? 
®ag  an,  fag  an,  mcin  6ra»cr  ©ang! 
S)er  33aucr  toagf  cin  Se6en  t)ran; 
S)od^  t^at  cr'«  toc^l  urn  @olt)c«f(ang? 
Denn  fpcnfeete  nimmer  ber  ®raf  fcin  ®ut, 
®o  toagte  bcr  S3auer  t>kMi^t  fcin  S3(ut. 

„§ier",  rief  t)cr  ®raf,  „mein  toacfrer  greunfe! 
§ier  ift  t)cin  ^rei«!  Somm  ^er,  nimm  l^in!" 
®ag  an,  tear  t)a6  nid^t  ixat>  gemcint? 
93ci  ®ott!  ber  ®raf  trug  l^ol^en  Sinn.  — 
3)od^  ll^tx  unt)  ^immUfd^cr,  tioal^rtid^!  fd^lug 
2>a«  |)erj,  t)a«  fcer  33auer  im  ffittel  trug. 

„arecin  ?e6en  ifl  fttr  ®oIb  nic^t  fei(. 
2lrm  bin  id^  jtoar,  t)od^  eg*  id^  fatt. 

S)em  3^1^^^^  ^^^^*  ^^*^  ®*^^^  3^  2i^^^^' 

S)er  ^aV  unt)  ®ut  cerloren  ^t!" 

®o  rief  er  mit  l^erjUd^em  S3ieberton 

Unb  toanbte  ben  SRtidten  unb  ging  bacon.  — 

^cif  MingP  bu,  Sieb  com  braccn  9Rann, 
2Bie  Drgelton  unb  ®lodtenfiang  I 
aOSer  fold^en  Wlut^  ftd^  rill^men  fann, 
®en  lo^nt  fein  ®o(b,  ben  (ol^nt  ®efang. 
®ottIofe!  bag  id^  ftngen  unb  preifen  fann, 
Unflerblic^  ju  preifen  ben  bracen  SWann. 


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REV.    W.    W.    8KEAT.  33 

And  scarce  for  the  last  time  he  reached  the  shore, 
Ere  the  last  pier  fell  and  was  seen  no  more  ! 

But  wherefore  call  the  peasant  brave? 

Why  make  his  praise  thy  theme,  my  song? 
He  risked  his  life  those  lives  to  save, 

But  then  —  the  hope  of  gain  was  strong ! 
And  had  it  not  been  for  the  brave  knight's  gold, 
The  peasant  might  never  have  been  so  bold ! 

""Thy  prize,"  exclaimed  the  knight,  ^^is  won ; 

Come  here,  brave  friend,  receive  thy  due !" 
Sure  this  was  well  and  nobly  done, 

By  heaven !  the  knight  was  brave  and  true  I 
But  the  heart  that  beat  'neath  the  peasant's  weeds 
In  kindness  and  worth  the  knight's  exceeds. 

"**!  risk  not  life  for  money's  sake ; 

I  eat  enough;  tho'  poorly  clad : 
Thy  bounty  let  the  tollman  take. 

The  flood  has  swallowed  all  he  had." 
In  tones  of  compassion  he  said  his  say, 
Then  slowly  he  turned  him,  and  went  his  way. 

JNow  loudly  rings  the  Brave  Man's  Lay, 

Like  bells  clear  chime  or  organ's  tone ; 

For  song,  not  gold,  can  best  repay 

The  man  who  dauntless  worth  hath  shewn. 

Thank  Qod,  who  hath  taught  me  to  praise  and  sing ; 

For  aye  shall  the  brave  man's  praises  ring ! 

GoLDSCHKiDT ,  German  Poetry.  3 


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3otiam  Woi^a^  nn  (§ott^t^ 


born  1749,  died  1832. 


2>a«  accfetc  biribt  bet  Wac^twlt  imDerloren." 


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Sttetgttttttg  jttttt  3fattflt. 


3f^x  naift  eud^  toicber,  fd^ttjanfcnbe  ©cjlaltetH 
®ie  frill^  fic^  einft  bcm  trilben  ^M  gejeigt. 
Serfu(^*  id^  tool^t,  eud^  t)ic6mal  feft  ju  ^Itcn? 
%^V  iif  mein  ^erj  nod^  jencm  SBa^n  gencigt? 
3]^r  brangt  eud^  ju!  9lun  gut,  fo  mSgt  il^r  tDdtcn, 
2Bie  il^r  au^  3)unft  unt)  9tebc(  um  mid^  flcigt; 
aReiit  Sufen  fil^lt  ftd^  jugcnbUd^  erfd^iittcrt 
S3otn  ^auiexlfavi(ii,  ber  curcn  3wg  umtoittcrt. 

3^r  briitgt  mit  euc^  t)ic  33tl^cr  frol^cr  lagc, 
Unb  mand^c  Ke6e  ©d^atten  ftcigen  auf; 
!®(cid^  einer  alten,  ^attterflungnen  ©age, 
^ommt  erfte  Siefc*  unt)  §reunt)f(^aft  mit  ^erauf; 
!Dcr  ©(^rnerj  toirb  neu,  c«  toiebcrl^oU  t)ic  ^lagc 
S)e«  Sebcit^  lat^rint^ifd^  trren  Sauf, 
Unb  nennt  bic  @utcn,  bic,  um  fd^iJne  ©tunbcn 
9Som  ®IM  getaufd^t,  t)or  mir  l^tntoeggefd^tDunbcu. 

®te  l^Bren  nid^t  bic  folgenbcn  Oefdnge, 
5)ie  ©ectcn,  bcnen  id^  bie  crjlen  fang; 


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DEDICATION.   (FAUST.) 

—    Translated    by   Dr.    Anster.  — 


Again,  in  deepening  beauty,  ye  float  near, 

Forms,  dimly  imaged  in  the  days  gone  by  — 

Is  that  old  fancy  to  the  heart  still  dear? 
To  that  old  spell  will  ye  again  reply? 

Ye  throng  before  my  view,  divinely  clear, 

Like  sunbeams  conquering  a  cloudy  sky ! 

Then  have  me  at  your  will  I  My  bosom  burns, 

Music  is  breathing  —  youth  and  joy  returns  ! 

Pictures  you  bring  with  you  of  happy  years. 
Loved  shades  of  other  days  are  rising  fast. 

First-love  with  early  Friendship  reappears 

Like  half-remembered  legends  of  the  past. 

Wounds  bleed  anew ;  —  the  Plaint  pursues  with  tears 
The  wanderer  through  life's  labyrinthine  waste ; 

And  names  the  Good,  already  past  away, 

Cheated,  alas  !  of  half  life's  little  day. 

But,  ah !  they  cannot  hear  my  closing  song. 

Those  hearts,  for  whom  its  earlier  notes  were  tried; 


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38  3.  »  toon 

3erfloben  ift  t>a«  freunbUd^c  OcbrSngc, 
Serftunjcn,  ad^!  bcr  crflc  aBicbcrfiang. 
SKein  2icb  crtSnt  bcr  unbcfanntcn  SKcnge, 
3]^r  Seifall  fettji  mad^t  meincm  ^erjcn  bong; 
Unb  »)a«  fid^  fonji  an  meincm  8tcb  erfrcuct, 
SBcnn  c«  nod^  Icbt,  irrt  in  bcr  335ctt  jerfheuet. 

Unb  mid&  crgrcift  ein  tSngft  cnttt)o^ntc«  Scl^ncn 

9lad^  jencm  ftiflcn,  ernficn  ©eifterreid^ ; 

6«  fd^tDcbct  nun  in  unfccfHmmten  SSncn 

3Kcin  U«pc(nb  2icb,  bcr  ?lcol«]^arfc  gleid^; 

Sin  ©d^aucr  fogt  mid^,  3:^r5ne  folgt  ben  X^r&ncn, 

2)a«  flrcngc  ^crj,  c«  fill^lt  ftd^  milb  unb  tocid^ ; 

SBa«  iif  bcflfte,  fel^*  id^  ttjtc  im  »citcn, 

Unb  toa^  tocrfd^toanb,  toirb  mir  ju  SBtrtlid^feitcn. 


afu5:,,5au(l/^ 

3n  eincm  ^oc^gewolbten,  engcn  gotbifc^cn  B't^^ww  Sfau  fl  untubig  auf 
feinem  Scffel  am  tpwltc. 

gaufl. 

ijabe  nun,  ad^I  ^^ilofopl^tc, 
3uripcrci  unb  SKcbicin^, 
Unb,  (cibcr!  aud^  2^co(ogie 
®urd&au«  fiubirt,  mit  l^ctgcm  ®cmtt^n. 


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DB.    J.    AK8TER.  39 

Departed  is,  alas  I  the  friendly  throng, 

And  dumb  the  echoes  all,  that  first  replied. 

If  some  still  live  this  stranger  world  among, 

Fortune  hath  scattered  them  at  distance  wide  ; 

To  men  unknown  my  griefs  I  now  impart, 

Whose  very  praises  leave  me  sick  at  heart. 

Again  it  comes]  a  long  unwonted  feeling  — 
A  wish  for  that  calm,  solemn  spirit-land ; 

My  waA'ering  song  lisps  faint,  like  murmurs  stealing 
O'er  ^ol's  harp  by  varying  breezes  fanned. 

Tears  follow  tears,  my  weaknesses  revealing, 

And  silent  shudders  show  a  heart  unmanned  ; 

What  is,  in  the  far  distance  seems  to  be, 

The  Past,  the  Past  alone  is  true  to  me. 


TAUST."    Act  I.  Scene  I. 

Translated  by  Theodore  Martin. 

—  Night.  - 

A  Tanlted  Gothic  chamber.  —  Fa  a  st  seated  at  his  desk. 

FAITST. 

All  that  philosophy  can  teach, 

The  lore  of  jurist  and  of  leech , 

IVe  mastered,  ah  I  and  sweated  through 

Theology's  dead  deserts,  too, 

Yet  here,  poor  fool,  for  all  my  lore, 


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40  3.  ®.  »on  @oet(K. 

2)a  ftc^'  id^  nun,  ic^  armcr  J^or ! 
Unt)  bin  fo  Hug,  aU  xok  ju»or;    - 
C^eigc  SPlagifter,  l^cige  Doctor  gar, 
Unt)  jie^e  fci^on  an  Die  jel^en  Sa^r, 
^crauf,  l^crab  unb  quer  unt)  frumm, 
2Kctne  ©d^iUer  an  t)er  9tafe  lucrum  — 
Unt)  fe^c,  bag  toir  ni(i^t«  toiflen  ffinncn! 
S)a«  totH  mix  fd^ier  t)a6  ^erj  Derbrennen. 
3toar  bin  id^  gcfd^eibter  ate  aHe  bie  Saffcn, 
3)octoren,  SKagiftcr,  ©d^reiber  unb  ^faffen; 
2Wid^  plagen  fcine  ®cru^>e(  nod^  3^^^!^^^ 
giird^te  mid^  toeber  ©or  Job  nod^  !Jcufcl  — 
®afiir  ijl  mir  atte  ijrcub'  entriffcn, 
93ilbe  mir  nid^t  ein,  tt)a«  $Red^t«  ju  toiffen, 
33i(be  mir  nid^t  cin,  id^  fBnnte  »a«  (el^ren,, 
Die  SKenfd^en  ju  beffem  unb  ju  befe^ren. 
2luc^  l^ab*  id^  toeber  ®ut  nod^  ®elb, 
5Rod(f  e^r'  unb  C>err(id^feit  ber  SBelt; 
@«  miJc^te  fcin  ^unb  fo  langer  (ebeni 
Drum  i^aV  id^  mid^  ber  2Kagie  ergeben, 
Db  mir  burd^  ®eifte«  ^aft  unb  aKunb 
Stid^t  mandb  ©el^eimnig  toiirbe  funb. 
Dag  id^  nid^t  me^r,  mit  faurcm  ©d^toeig, 
3u  fftgen  braud^e,  toa6  id^  nid^t  toeig, 
Dag  id^  erfenne,  toa«  bie  SBelt 
3m  3nnerftcn  jufammen^Slt, 
®d^au'  aUt  SBirfen^fraft  unb  ®am«n, 
Unb  tl^u'  nid^t  mel^r  in  SSSorten  framen. 


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THEODORE    MARTIN.  41 

I  stand  no  wiser  than  before. 

Tbey  call  me-  magister,  save  the  mark ! 

Doctor,  withal !  and  these  ten  years  I 

Have  been  leading  my  pupils  a  dance  in  daik, 

Up  hill,  down  dale,  through  wet  and  through  dry  — 

And  yet  that  nothing  can  ever  be 

By  mortals  known,  too  well  I  see ! 

This  is  burning  the  heart  clean  out  of  me. 

More  brains  have  I  than  all  the  tribe 

Of  doctor,  magister,  parson  and  scribe. 

From  doubts  and  scruples  my  soul  is  free ; 

Nor  hell  nor  devil  has  terrors  for  me : 

But  just  for  this  I  am  dispossessed 

Of  all  that  gives  pleasure  to  life  and  zest. 

I  can't  even  juggle  myself  to  own. 

There  is  any  on^  thing  to  be  truly  known. 

Or  aught  to  be  taught  in  science  or  arts^ 

To  better  mankind  and  to  turn  their  hearts. 

Besides,  I  have  neither  land  nor  pence, 

Nor  wordly  honour  nor  influence, 

A  dog  in  my  case  would  scorn  to  live ! 

So  myself  to  magic  I've  vow'd  to  give. 

And  see  if  through  spirit's  might  and  tongue 

The  heart  from  some  mysteries  cannot  be  wrung ; 

If  I  cannot  escape  from  the  bitter  woe 

Of  babbling  of  things  that  I  do  not  know, 

And  get  to  the  root  of  these  secret  powers, 

Which  hold  together  this  world  of  ours, 

The  sources  and  centres  of  force  explore. 

And  chaffer  and  dabble  in  words  no  more. 


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42  3:  S.  t>ott  O^et^e. 

3um  lefetcnmal  anf  mcinc  ^era, 
£)en  t(]^  fo  man^e  SD'iittemac^t 
%n  tjiefem  ^ult  l^crangcwad^t : 
£)ann  iiber  Sftd^nt  unb  ^ter, 
Jrtibfefgcr  grcunt),  crfij^ienji  bn  mtr ! 
a[(^ !  Wrnit'  i(]^  b^  auf  »crge«^i^>n 
3n  bcittcm  Ucbcn  Std^tc  gci^n, 
'  Um  33crgc8]^B^Ic  tnit  Oetftcm  fd^i»cktt, 
auf  aBicfctt  in  bcincm  hammer  tocbcn, 
SJott  attem  aBifjcitSquatm  cntCaben, 
3n  bcmctn  -I^au  gefunb  mtd^  babeu! 


!8auecn  untec  ter  fiin^e.    ©efang  unb  Xanj. 

5Der  Sd^Sfer  jjujjtcftd^  jum  Janj, 
5Kit  buntcr  Sadc,  95anb  unb  ^anj : 
©d^mud  iDor  er  angcjogen. 
©d^on  um  bic  2inbc  xoax  c§  boll, 
Unb  aHe^  tanjte  fd^on  ii)ie  ton. 
3ud^^c!  3ud^]^c! 
3u(]^^ctfa!  ^ctfa!  §c! 
®o  ging  bcr  gicbcttogcn. 

(Sr  brildte  l^aftig  flc^  ^eran, 
®a  jiicg  er  an  ein  2Kabd^en  an 


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THEODOBE    MABTIN.  43 

Oh,  broad  bright  moon,  if  this  might  be 

The  last  of  the  nights  of  agony, 

The  countless  midnights,  these  weary  eyes, 

Have  from  this  desk  here  watch'd  thee  rise ! 

Then,  sad-eyed  friend,  liiy  wistful  looks 

Shone  in  upon  me  o'er  paper  and  books ; 

But  oh  I  might  I  wander  in  thy  dear  light 

O'er  the  trackless  slopes  of  some  mountain  height, 

Round  mountain  cayerns  with  spirits  sail, 

Or  float  o'er  the  meads  in  thy  hazes  pale ; 

And  freed  from  the  fumes  of  a  fruitless  lore, 

Bathe  in  thy  dews  and  be  whole  once  more ! 


'TAUST."  Act  11.  Scene  m. 
Translated  by  Peter   Gardner. 
Dance  and  Song. 
The  shepherd  busk'd  him  for  the  dance, 
In's  tartan  coat  an'  plaid  to  prance, 
Sae  braw,  folk's  een  did  row,  man. 
Lang  syne  below  the  trees  was  thrang, 
There  a'  like  mad  they  lap  an'  flang. 
Hooch,  hee  !  Hooch,  hee  ! 
Hooch,  heeze,  man !  Heeze,  mafi !  hee  ! 
Sae  rung  the  fiddle-bow,  man. 

He  pressed  in,  drivin'  here  an'  there 
An'  stammered  on  a  maiden  fair, 


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44  3.  9».  »0H  ©ect^c. 

SWh  feinem  ©fenbogcn; 

Die  frifd^c  Dime  ttiftt'  ftd^  urn 

Unt)  fagte:  „9hui,  ba«  put)'  iif  bumm! 

Su^eifa!  $eifa!  |>ef 
@e^t>  nt(!^t  fo  ungqogen". 

D^  l^urtig  in  t)em  ^eifc  ging'^,  . 
Sic  tanjten  red^tS,  fie  tanjten  Knte, 
Unt)  aUt  dtdde  flogen. 
®ie  ttjurben  rotl^,  fie  njutfecn  toarm 
Unt)  rul^ten  ot^ment)  %xm  in  arm. 
3u(^]^e!  3ud^^e! 
3u(i^^eifal  ^eifa!  ^e! 
Unt)  $ftft'  an  gHenbogen. 

Unt)  t^u'  mir  t)oc^  nic^t  fo  Dertraut! 
2Bte  ntand^cr  l^t  nid^t  fetnc  95raut 
95e(ogen  unt)  ktrogen! 
@v  fd^meid^elte  fie  t)od^  bet  @eit\  - 
Unt)  i)on  t>er  Sinbe  fd^oll  c8  mcit: 
3u(^^e!  3fuc^^e! 
3u(j^^eifa!  $eifa!  ^e! 
©efd^rei  unt)  giebe(6ogen. 


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PETEK    QABDNEB.  45 

His  elbows  garred  her  steer,  man. 

The  sprichtly  lassie  swept  her  roun, 

**Noo,  gouk"  quo'  she,  ^ye're  on  my  goun." 

Hooch,  hee !  Hooch,  hee ! 

Hooch,  heeze,  man !  Heeze,  man  !  hee ! 

"Oh !  show  some  havins  here,  man." 

Noo  quicker  gaed  they  thro'  the  reel, 

To  richt  an'  left  a'  set  an'  wheel, 

Hoo  swift  the  short-gouns'  flicht,  man ! 

Syne  grew  they  red,  an'  grew  they  warm, 

Syne  rested,  pechin',  arm  in  arm. 

Hooch,  hee !  Hooch,  hee ! 

Hooch,  heeze^  man !  Heeze,  man  !  hee ! 

An'  elbow-deep  they  sich'd  man. 

''An'  dinna  mak'  sae  free,"  she  said, 
''There's  mony  woo  that  never  wed, 
There's  mony  a  broken  vow,  man." 
But  aye  he  fleeched  —  they  stept  aside,  - 
Wide  frae  the  trees  there  skreighed  to  chide 
Hooch,  hee  !  Hooch,  hee  ! 
Hooch,  heeze,  man !  Heeze,  man,  hee  I 
Sae  skreighed  the  fiddle-bow,  man. 


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46  3-  9D.  eon  <»o«t^. 

(Stuhrjimmer.) 

gauft  mit  bem  $ubc(  ^creintrctcnb. 
Ilettaffcn  ^ab*  id^  8eCt>  unt)  aiuen. 
Die  cint  ticfc  Siad^t  6ct)C(ft, 
SKit  al^nuttg^ijoHem,  l^cirgcm  ©raucn 
3n  ung  tie  fceffre  Sccle  wedt, 
Sntfdbiafeu  fint)  nun  toilte  Xriebe, 
9Rit  jebem  uagefliinten  !I^n; 
'.®8  reget  fid^  tie  9Kenf(^nUcbe, 
I)ie  Siebe  ®otte^  regt  fic^  nun. 

@et>  rul^ig,  ^ut>e(I  tenne  nid^t  ^in  unt)  njieter! 
3ln  t)er  Sd^weUe  toa«  fd^noberft  tu  ^ier? 
8ege  t)id^  Winter  ten  Dfen  nieter, 
SWeitt  beftc«  tiffen  geb*  id^  tir. 
338te  tu  traugen  auf  tern  bergigen  SSege 
Durd^  SRennen  unt>  ®j)ringen  ergefet  un8  ^ojl, 
®o  nimm  nun  aud^  Don  mir  tie  ^flege, 
91^  ein  tDitllommner  ftiUer  @aft. 

Sld^,  wenn  in  unferev  engen  ^tUt 
!l)ie  8ami>e  freuntlid^  toieter  brennt, 
Dann  wirt'g  in  unferm  Sufen  ^ette, 
3m  $erjen,  tag  fid^  felber  fennt. 
SSernunft  fangt  toieter  an  ju  fprcd^en, 
Unt  $offnuttg  toieter  an  ju  6(ft^n; 
SKan  fe^nt  fid^  nad^  te«  Seben«  SSd^en, 
3lc^!  nad^  te8  ?eben8  Ouette  ^^in. 


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PB0FES80B    BLACKIE.  47 

'TAUST."  Actn.  Scene  IV. 

(Faust's  study.) 
FAUST  entering  with  the  Poodle. 

Hush'd  now  the  field  and  meadow  lies, 
Beneath  the  veil  of  deepest  night, 
And  solemn  thoughts  within  mb  rise, 
Too  holy  for  the  garish  light. 
Calm  now  the  blood  that  wildly  ran, 
Asleep  the  hand  of  lawless  strife ; 
Now  wakes  to  life  the  love  of  man. 
The  love  of  God  now  wakes  to  life. 

Quiet  thee,  poodle!  what  frets  thee  so, 

Running  and  suiffing  to  and  iro? 

Come^    couch  thee  down  upon  the  hearth, 

Thou  hast  a  comfortable  berth. 

And  as  without,  on  the  mountain-way. 

We  joy'd  to  see  thy  gambols  gay. 

So  bere,  my  hospitable  care, 

A  quiet  guest,  and  welcome,   share. 

When,  in  our  narrow  cell  confined, 
The  friendly  lamp  begins  to  burn, 
Then  clearer  sees  the  thoughtful  mind. 
With  searching  looks  that  inward    turn. 
Bright  Hope  again  within  us  gleams. 
And  Reason's  voice  again  is  strong; 
We  thirst  for  life's  untroubled  streams. 
For  the  pure  fount  of  life  we  long. 


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48  3.  2B.  toon  ®oct(>c. 

titurrc  nid^t,  ^uJ)cn  3^  ^cn  ^eiligcn  Idnen, 

!Dic  jcfet  mcinc  ganjc  Sccf  umfaffcn, 

SBiH  bcr  tl^tcrifd^c  ?aut  nid^  paffeu. 

aaSir  flnb  gctool^nt,  t)a6  t)ic  SKcnfd^n  t>er^5]^ncn, 

2Ba«  flc  nid^t  Dcrjicl^n, 

®ag  flc  Dor  bcm  Outcn  unt>  ®d^5ncn, 

!Da«  il^ncn  oft  bcfd^toerlid^  tft,  murrcn;' 

SBiH  c§  t>ct  ^unt),  toic  flc.  bcfnurren? 


«bcr  ad^!  fd^on  filler  td^,  tci  t)cm  fccftcn  aBiCcn, 
aSefriebigung  nid^t  mcl^r  au«  bcm  Sufcn  quittcn. 
Sltcr  toarum  tnug  bcr  ®trom  fo  talb  tcrflcgcn, 
Unb  toir  totcbcr  im  2)urjic  licgcn? 

S)ai)on  ]^ab*  td^  fo  Did  Srfal^rung. 

!Dod^  bicfcr  SKan^cI  lagt  fld^  crfcfecn; 

335tr  femcn  bag  Utcrirbifd^c  fd^Sj^cn, 

SBir  fcl^ncn  un8  naif  Dffcnbarung, 

S)tc  ntrgcnbS  tofcb'gcr  unb  fd^Bncr  brcnnt, 

8(8  in  bcm  ncucn  2^flamcnt. 

SDWd^  brangt'8,  ben  Orunbtc^  aufjufcfelagcn, 

2Rit  rCblid^cm  ©cfftl^I  cmmal 

®a8  l^cHtgc  £)rigtna( 

Qn  mcttt  gcKcbtc^  3)eutfd^  ju  ilbertragcn: 

[dx  fd^%t  ein  )Bo(um  auf  unb  fd^idtt  fl(^  an.) 


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PKOF.    BLACKIE.  49 

Quiet  thee,   poodle  !   it  seems  not  well 

To  break,   with  thy  snarling,  the  holy  spell 

Of  my  soul's  music,  that  may  not  be 

With  bestial  sounds  in  harmony. 

We  are  well  used  that  men  despise 

What  to  see  they  have  no  eyes, 

And  murmur  in  their  peevish  mood 

Against  the  beautiful  and  good; 

Belike  the  cur,  as  curs  are  they, 

Thus  growls  and  snarls  his  bliss  away ! 

But,   alas !   already  I  feel  it  well, 

No  more  may  peace  within  this  bosom  dwell. 

Why  must  the  stream  so  soon  dry  up, 

And  I  lie  panting  for  the  cup 

That  mocks  my  thirsty  lips  so  often?  why 

Drink    pleasure's    shallow    fount,    when    scarce    yet 

tasted,   dry? 
Yet  is  this  evil  not  without  remeid ; 
We  long  for  heavenly  food  to  feed 
Our  heaven-bom  spirit,  and  our  heart,   now  bent 
On  things  divine,  to  revelation  turns. 
Which   nowhere  worthier  or  purer  burns. 
Than  in  the  holy  Testament. 
I  feel  strange  impulse  in  my  soul 
The  sacred  volume  to  unroll. 
With  pious  purpose,   once  for  all, 
The  holy  Greek  Original 
Into  my  honest  German  to  translate. 

(He  opens  the  Bible y  and  begins  to  read.) 
GoLDscHMiDT ,  German  Poetry.  4 


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50  3.  2B.  toon  OoctJ^c. 


@cf(i^ric6en  fk^t:   „3m  3lnfang  toax  ta«  SBort!'* 

§icr  flo(f*  t(i^  fd^on!  SBer  ^Uft  mir  toeitcr  fort? 

3d^  fann  t>a«  Sort  fo  iioif  unmBg(^  fci^%ii, 

3(!^  mug  c«  ant>er«  ftbcrfc^n, 

SBcnn  i(i^  i)om  ®eiflc  red^t  erteud^tct  bin. 

©cfd^rieben  flcl^t:  im  3[nfang  toar  ber  ©inn: 

95cbcntc  tool^l  bic  erflc  3^^^^ 

I)ag  bcinc  gebcr  fi(i^  ni(i^t  fttereilc! 

3ji  e«  ber  ©inn,  ber  aHe^  toirft  unb  ft^afft? 

@«  foHte  jtel^n:  im  Slnfang  toar  bic  Sraft. 

jE)0(i^,  aud^  inbcm  id^  bicfe«  niebcrfd^reitc, 

®(i^on  toamt  mid^  toad,  bag  id^  babec  nid^t  bleibe. 

aRir  ^ilft  ber  Oeift!  «uf  einmat  fe^'  id^  JRat^. 

Unb  fd^rcib*  gctrofl:  im  anfang  toax  bie  Zi)at\ 


©ofl  i(^  mit  bir  ba8  3^"^"^^^'^  t^eiten^ 

^ube(,  fo  lag  bag  ^eulen, 

So  lag  bag  SBetten! 

®oI(^  einen  ftiJrenben  ©efeHen 

SKag  id^  nid^t  in  ber  5Ra^e  (eiben. 

©ner  bon  ung  beiben 

aWng  bie  3^1^^  meiben. 

Ungern  l^eb'  td^  bag  ©aftred^t  anf, 

2)ie  ^iJix'  ift  offen,  ^aft  freien  Sauf. 

3lber  toag  mug  id^  fel^en! 


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PKQF.    BLACKIE.  51 

^n  the  beginning  was  the  Word."  Stops  here 

In  ipso  limine  my  course?  In  vain 

I  seek  this  mystic  symbol  to  explain, 

Unless  some  god  my  inward  vision  'clear. 

The  naked  word  I  dare  not  prize  so   high, 

I  must  translate  it  differently. 

If  by  the  Spirit  I  am  rightly  taught. 

**In  the  beginning  of  all  things  was  Thought." 

The  first  line  let  me  ponder  well, 

Lest  my  pen  outstrip  my  sense  ; 

Is  it  thought  wherein  doth  dwell 

All-creative  Omnipotence  ? 

I  change  the  phrase,  and  safelier  write. 

In  the  beginning  there  was  Might. 

But  even  here  methinks  some  warning  voice 

Makes  me  to  waver  in  my  choice  — 

At  length,  at  length  the  Spirit  helps  my  need ! 

I  write,   ^In  the  beginning  was  the  Deed!" 

Wilt  thou  share  the  room  with  me. 

Poodle,  thou  must  quiet  be, 

Thou  must  cease   thy  snarls   and  howls, 

And  keep  for  other  place  thy  growls. 

Such  a  noisy  inmate  may 

Not  my  studious  leisure  cumber; 

You  or  I,   without  delay, 

listless  cur,  must  leave  the  chamber! 

Not  willingly  from  thee  I  take 

The  right  of  hospitality, 

But  if  thou  wilt  my  quiet  break, 


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52  3.  3S.  tooii  Ooet^e. 


kann  bag  uatiivUcj^  gefd^e^en? 

3ft  c8  ©(flatten'^  ift'3  SBirf Ud^feit ? 

9Bic  toirt)  mein  ^ubel  (ang  unt)  bvetti 

er  ^ebt  fid^  mit  ©etoalt, 

®a«  ift  nid^t  cine«  ^unbeg  ®efta(t! 

SBcId^  cin  ©efpcnft  brad)t'  \6)  in«  ^au2f! 

©d^on  fiel^t  er  vok  ein  3li(pferb  au8, 

9Kit  fcurigen  Slugen,  fd^redflid^em  ®ebi§. 

D!  S)u  bift  mir  getoig! 

gftr  fold^e  l^albe  §i3Henbrut 

3ft  ©alomom^  ©d^Iiifjel  gut. 


©ctftcr  auf  bcm  ©angc. 

iDrinncn  gefangeii  ift  einer! 

93(eibet  ^ugen,  folg   il^m  fetnev! 

aSie  im  ©fen  ber  gud^S, 

3agt  cm  alter  ^oHenlud^g. 

5l6er  gebt  2ld^t ! 

©d^toebet  ^tn,  fd^toebet  twieber, 

Sluf  unb  nieber, 

Unb  er  ^at  fid^  (o^gemacfit. 


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PKOF.    BLACKIE.  53 

Seek  other  quarters  —  thou  hast  exit  free. 

But  what  must  I   see ! 

What  vision  strange 

Beyond  the  powers 

Of  Nature's  range  ! 

Am  I  awake,   or  bound  with  a  spell? 

How  wondrously  the  brute  doth  swell ! 

Long  and  broad 

Uprises  he, 

In  a  form  that  no  form 

Of  a  dog  may  be ! 

What  spectre  brought  I  into  my  house? 

He  stands  already,  with  glaring  eyes, 

And  teeth  in  grinning  ranks  that  rise, 

Large  as  a  hippopotamus  ! 

O  !  I  have  thee  now ! 

For  such  half-brood  of  hell  as  thou 

The  key  of  Solomon  the  wise 

Is  surest  charm  to  exorcise. 

Spirits  in  the  passage  toithovt. 

Brother  spirits,  have  a  care  1 

One  within  is  prisoner ; 

Follow  him  none !  —  for  he  doth  quail 

Like  a  fox,   trap-caught  by  the  tail. 

But  let  us  watch ! 

Hover  here,  hover  there. 

Up  and  down  amid  the  air ; 

For  soon  this  sly  old  lynx  of  hell 

Will  tear  him  free,   and  all  be  well. 


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54  3.  3S.  t)on  Ooct^e. 

Sbnnt  i^r  i^m  nttfeen, 

®cnn  cr  t^t  un«  Slfleii 
©d^oix  i)tel  ju  ©cfaflen. 

gauft. 

Srft  JU  begegnen  bem  S()ieve, 
33rau(^*  i(^  t)en  Spruc^  t)er  SSiere : ' 

®a(amant>er  foH  glti^en, 

Unbene  flc^  toinben, 

®^Ip]^e  t)crf(^tDint)en, 

Sobolt)  fi(f|  mtt^cn! 

SEBcr  fte  ni(i^t  knnte, 
!Dic  Slcmcnte, 
3^;rc  traft 
Unb  ©genfd^aft, 
SBSdre  fein  aWeifter 
liter  bie  ©eiftcr. 

SJcrfd^tuint)'  in  g(amnien, 

©alamanber ! 

9iauf(^ent)  fliej^e  jufammen, 

Unbcne  1 

?eucf)t'  in  9Metcoren*®(i^Bne, 

Sring  ]^au«(i(^e  §ii(fe, 

3ncubu«!  3ncubu^! 

2^rttt  ^ert)ov  unt)  mad^c  ten  Sd^lu^ ! 


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Let  us 
Here  tc 
Who  8( 
Pay  hii 


First  let  the  charm 
The  nature  of  the 
Let  the 
TJndene 
Silphe 
And  K( 

Whoso  knows  n 
The  elements  foi 
Their  quality, 
And  hidden  po\^ 
In  the  magic  art 
Hath  he  no  pari 

Melting 
Salamai 
Eushin] 
Undene 
Shine  f 
Silphe ! 
Work  1 
Incubug 
Step  fo 


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3.  S.  toon  Ooet^K. 

^cinc«  ber  Sicrc 

©tcrft  in  t)cm  2^iere. 

@«  Ucgt  ganj  rul^ig,  unt)  grinfl  mid^  an ; 

3d^  ^b'  il^m  nod^  nid^t  xot^  get^n. 

Du  foflfl  mid^  ^bren 

Starter  Scfd^toBren: 


SSift  bu,  OefcHc, 
©n  glucf^tling  ber  C^^Be? 
So  fic-^  bie«  B^i^^"- 
S)em  fie  fid^  fceugen, 
Die  fd^twarjen  ©d^aaren! 


Sd^on  fd^tDiflt  e«  auf  mit  borftigen  ^aaven. 


SSertoovfne^  aSefen! 

tannft  t)u  i^n  (efen, 

Den  nie  entfprognen 

Unau^gefprod^en, 

Durc^  afle  ^immel  gegognen, 

Sretoentlid^  burd^jtod^nen  ? 


Winter  ben  Dfen  gefcannt, 
©d^toillt  e«  tDie  ein  6Ie^)^nt, 


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PKOF.    BLACK  IE.  57 

None  of  the  four 

In  the  brute  doth  dwell. 

It  lies  unmoved,  and  grins  at  my  spell ; 

Not  yet  I  made  it  feel  the  pain. 

With  a  stronger  charm 

Thou   shalt  hear  me  aji^in. 

Art  thou  a  fugitive 
Urchin  of  hell? 
So  yield  thee  at  length 
To  this  holiest  spell  I 
Bend  thee  this  sacred 
^      Emblem  before, 

Which  the  powers  of  darkness 
Trembling  adore. 

Already  he  swells  up  with  bristling  hair. 

Can'st  thou  read  it,  • 

The  holy  sign, 

Reprobate  spirit. 

The  emblem  divine? 

The  unbegotten, 

Whom  none  can  name, 

Whose  word  did  the  world's 

Infinity  frame, 

Yet  to  death  submitted 

Of  sin  and  of  shame? 

Now  behind  the  stove  he  lies, 

And  swells  him  up  to  an  elephant's  size, 


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8  3.  2B.  toon  @oct^>c. 

Den  ganjcn  dtanm  fiillt  e«  an, 

6«  toiH  jum  Sicbcl  jerfltcgcn. 

©tcigc  nid^t  jur  ®edc  l^inan! 

Segc  t>xif  ju  t)c«  SWciflcrg  giJfecn  I 

S)u  fiel^p,  bag  td^  nid^t  t)ergcben«  brol^c. 

3d^  tcrfcngc  bid^  mit  l^ciligcr  Sol^c! 

SrtDartc  nid^t 

S)a«  brcimal  glii^enbc  Sid^t! 

SrtDartc  nid^t 

S)ie  ftdrffte  t)on  meinen  ^nftcn! 

i0lc^)]()ijlo^)](>cle8  tritt,  inbcm  ber  9^cM  fattt,  gcHcibct  n>ie  cin 
fa^rcnbcr  @d^oIafticu^,  ^intcv  bem  Ofcn  <>crtoor.) 


9ftt0:  „3^au(t/^ 


©ciftcr. 

Jd^tDinbet,  il^r  bunfein 
2Bo(bungen  broben! 
9teijenber  fd^auc 
grcunblid^  ber  blaue 
^etl^er  l^erein! 
SQSaren  bie  bunfein 
2Botten  jcrronnen! 
©temtcin  funfein, 


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PKOF.     BLACKIE.  59 

And  seems  as  if  he  would  fill  the  room, 

And  melt  into  a  cloud  away. 

Down,   proud  spirit,   downward  cornel 

And   at  thy  master's  feet  thee  lay ! 

In  vain,   in  vain,   thou  seek'st  to  turn  thee, 

With   an  holy  fire  I  burn  thee! 

Wait  not,   spirit,   wait  not  till 

My  triple-flame  I  spread  around  thee ! 

Wait  not  till  my  magic  skill 

With  its  mightiest  spell  hath  bound  thee ! 

[The  clouds  vanish,    and   Mephistopheles    comes  for- 
ward from   behind  the  fire-place ,    drest   liAe  an   itinerant 
M  scJioolm  aster.) 


"FAUST."  Act  II.   Scene  V. 
Translated  by  Dr.  John  Anster. 

#—        —        —        —        —        — 

Spirits  simj. 

Vanish,   dark  arches, 

That  over  us  bend. 
Let  the  blue  sky  in  beauty 

Look  in  like  a  friend. 
Oh,   that  the  black  clouds 

Asunder  were  riven, 
That  the  small  stars  were  brightening 

All  through  the  wide  heaven  ! 


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3.  2B.  t>on  ©oct^c. 

5KiIt)crc  ©onncn 
Sd^einen  barein. 
^immUfd^er  ©o^nc 
©eiftige  ®(J^one, 
®cj^tt)an!cnbe  Seugiutg 
©d^toebet  t)oriiber, 
©cl^nenbe  9?eigung 
golget  l^iniiber; 
Unt)  ber  ©etDanber 
glatternbc  SSnber 
^ccfen  bic  Sanbcr, 
3)ccfcn  t)ie  ?au6c, 
aOSo  ft(^  fttr«  Men, 
lief  in  ©ebanfcn, 
?iebeiit>e  gefccn. 
Saubc  fcei  ?auk! 
Sproflenbe  9tanfcn! 
?a(tenbc  Sraufce 
Stiirjt  in«  SSc^Uer 
2)rangenber  Shelter, 
©tilrjen  in  Sadden 
(Sd^dumenbe  SBeinc, 
9iicfcln  bnrd^  reinc, 
eble  ©ejicinc, 
?afjen  bie  ;g)b^en 
Winter  fid^  liegen, 
©rciten  ju  Seen 
eid^  um«  Oeniigcn 
©rttnenber  ^iigel 
Unb  ba«  Oefliigel 


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Db.    JOHN    AN8TER.  61 

And  look  at  them  smiling 

And  sparkling  in  splendour, 
Suns,    but  with  glory 

More  placid   and  tender; 
Children  of  heaven, 

In  spiritual  beauty, 
Descending,   and  bending 

With  billowy   motion. 

Downward  are  thronging, 
Willing  devotion 

Flowing  to  meet  them, 
Loving  hearts  longing, 

Sighing  to  greet  them. 
O'er  field  and  o'er  flower, 

In  bank  and  in  bower, 
The  folds  of  theiii  bright  robes 

In  breezy  air  streaming, 
Where  loving  ones  living 

In  love's  thoughtful   dreaming, 
Their  fond  hearts  are  giving 

For  ever  away. 
Bower  on  bower, 

Tendril  and  flower; 
Clustering  grapes. 

The  vine's  purple  treasure, 
Have  fallen  in  the  wine-vat. 

And  bleed  in  its  pressure  — 
Foaming  and  steaming,  the  new  wine   is  streaming, 
Over  agate  and  amethyst. 

Rolls  from  its  fountain, 


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1 


3.  S.  'con  ©cct^e. 

Sc^lfirfet  fi(^  SaBonne, 
Jlieget  t>er  Sonne, 
glieget  ben  ^Uen 
3nfe(n  entgegen, 
a)ie  fi*  auf  SBeflen 
Oaufelnt)  betDegen; 
aSo  tt)ir  in  Sl^Bren 
3au(^jenbe  ^i3ren, 
Ueber  ben  3luen 
Sanjenbe  fd^auen, 
Die  ftc^  im  greien 
Side  jerflreuen. 
(Sinige  flimmen 
Uefcer  bie  §6^en, 
Slnbere  fd^teimmen 
Ueber  bie  Seen, 
5lnbere  fd^weben; 
5lBe  jum  ?eben, 
Side  jur  gerne 
Siebenber  Sterne, 
Seliger  §u(b. 


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DB.    JOHN    AN8TEE.  63 

Leaving  behind  it 

Meadow  and  mountain, 
And  the  hill-slopes    smile  greener,   far  down  where 

it  breaks 
Into  billowy  streamlets,  or  lingers  in  lakes. 
And  the  winged  throng,   drinking  deep  of  delight 
From  the  rivers  of  joy,  are  pursuing  their  flight. 

Onward  and  onward. 

Wings  steering  sun- ward, 
Where  the  bright  islands,  with  magical  motion, 
Stir  with  the  waves  of  the  stirring  ocean. 
Where  we  hear  'em  shout  in  chorus, 
Or  see  'em  dance  on  lawns  before  us, 
As  over  land  or  over  waters 
Chance  the  idle  parties  scatters. 
Some  upon  the  far  hills  gleaming, 
Some  along  the  bright  lakes  streaming. 
Some  their  forms  in  air  suspending, 
Float  in  circles  never-ending. 
The  one  spirit  of  enjoyment 
Aim,   and  impulse,  and  employment; 
All  would  breathe  in  the  far  distance 
Life,  free  life  of  full  existence 
With  the  gracious  stars  'above  them. 
Smiling  down  to  say  they  love  them. 


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3.  SD3.  wn  ©oet^e. 


9CU0:   „:fattft" 


1 


Wnt)  ®(i^(ag  auf  Sd^lag! 
SBerb'  id^  jum  SlugenbUde  fagcn: 
Settoeitc  bod^!  t)U  bijl  fo  fd^6n!  — 
Dann  magft  bu  mid^  in  geffdn  fd^lagcn, 
S)ann  toitt  td^  gent  5U  Orunbe  gcl^n! 
©ann  mag  bic  lobtenglodte  fd^aflen, 
S)ann  bifl  bu  beinc«  S)ienfte«  frci, 
®ie  U^r  mag  flc^n,  ber  3^i9^^  fatten, 
6«  fci  bie  3^it  fiit  mid^  t^orbei! 


SBalb  unb  ©fi^lc. 
gaup  flttctu. 

(Er^abncr  ®cijt,  bu  gabft  mir,  gabft  mix  allc«, 
SBarum  id^  bat.     1)u  ^ft  mir  nid^t  umfonfl 
®cin  Slngefid^t  im  geucr  jugctoenbet. 
®abft  mir  bic  l^crrKd^c  9iatur  jum  ^finigreid^, 
^aft,  fic  ju  fill^Ien,  5U  genicBcn.     9tidbt 


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^fw* 


PBOF.    BLA.CKIE.  65 


'TAUST."  Act  n.  Scene  VI. 


When  to  the  moment  I  shall  say, 

Stay,  thou  art  so  lovely,  stay! 

Then  with  thy  fetters  bind  me  round, 

Then  perish  I  with  cheerful  glee  I 

Then  may  the  knell  of  death  resound, 

Then  from  thy  service  art  thou  free! 

The  clock  may  stand, 

And  the  falling  hand 

Mark  the  time  no  more  for  me  I 


TAUST."  Act  IV.  Scene  HI. 

Wood  and  Cavern. 

FAUST,    (alone) 

Spirit  Supreme!  thou  gav'st  me  —  gav'st  me  all, 
For  which  I  asked  thee.  Not  in  vain  hast  thou 
Turned  toward  me  thy  countenance  in  fire. 
Thou  gavest  me  wide  Nature  for  my  kingdom,      « 
And  power  to  feel  her,  to  enjoy  her.  Not 
Cold-wond'ring  visit  only  gav'st  thou  me, 
GoLDscHMiDT,  German  Pootrj.  5 


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66  3.  2B.  t)on  ©oct^^c. 

^ait  fiauncnben  ®efuci^  erfaubfl  bu  nur, 

SJcrgSnncfl  mir  in  il^rc  tiefc  Sruft, 

SBic  in  ben  Sufen  eineS  grcunbS,  ju  fd^aucn. 

®u  fii^rfl  bie  3Jci^e  ber  ?ebenbigen 

9Sor  mir  t)orbci,  unb  Icl^rfl  mid^  mcine  Srilbcr 

3m  jliflen  SSufd^,  in  ?nft  unb  SBaffcr  fenncn. 

Unb  toenn  bcr  ©turm  im  333a(be  braujt  unb  fnarrt, 

3)ic  Siicfcnfl^te  jliirjenb  ata^barafic 

Unb  9?ad^barftammc  quetfd^enb  niebcrftreift, 

Unb  il^rcm  ^aU  bumpf  l^ol^I  bcr  |)ilgcl  bonnert, 

3)ann  fiil^rfi  bu  mi(]^  jur  ftd^cm  ^o^t,  jeigft 

SKid^  bann  mir  felbfl,  unb  meiner  eigncn  Sruji 

©c^eime  tiefc  SaSunbcr  offnen  flc^. 

Unb  jtcigt  t)or  mcincm  Slid  Dcr  reine  SDZonb 

Scfanftigcnb  ^eriiber,  fd^tocbcn  mir 

S3on  ^^(fcntcanbcn,  au^  bcm  fcud^tcn  93ufd^ 

S)er  Sortoclt  ft(bcrnc  ©cfialtcn  auf, 

Unb  linbcrn  bcr  SSetrac^tung  ftrcnge  ?uft. 

£)  bag  bcm  SWenfd^cn  nid^t^  SSoflfommne«  toirb, 
Smppnb*  id^  nun.     S)u  gabfl  ju  bicfcr  SBonne, 
3)ie  mid^  ben  ©ottem  na^  unb  nS^cr  bringt, 
9Rir  ben  ©efa^rten,  ben  id^  fd^cn  nid^t  mcl^r 
Sntbel^rcn  !ann,  tocnn  er  gleid^,  fait  unb  frcd^, 
SDtid^  t)or  mir  fctbft  ernicbrigt,  unb  ju  9itd^t«, 
9Rit  eincm  SSort^aud^,  bcine  ®abcn  toanbctt. 
Sr  fad^t  in  meiner  Srufl  ein  toi(be«  ??euer 
*Sla6:f  jencm  fd^Bnen  Silb  gcfd^aftig  an. 
®o  taumr  i^  toon  Segicrbc  ju  ®enug, 
Unb  im  ®enug  toerfd^mad^t*  id^  nadi^  Segieirbe. 


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PKOF.    BLACK  IE.  67 

But  ev'n  into  her  bosom's  depth  to  look, 
As  it  might  be  the  bosom  of  a  friend. 
The  row  of  living  things  thou  mad'st  to  pass 
Before  mine  eyes,   my  brethren  mad'st  me  know 
In  silent  bush,   in  water,   and  in  air. 
And  when  the  storm  loud  blustereth,   and  raves 
Through  the  dark  forest,   and  the  giant-pine, 
Down-tumbling,  tears  with  it  the  neighbour-branches 
And  neighbour-stems  flat-strewn  upon  the  ground. 
And  to  their  fall  the  hollow  mountain  thunders  ; 
Then  dost  thou  guide  me  to  the  cave  where  safe 
I  learn  to  know  myself,   and  from  my  breast 
Deep  and  mysterious  wonders  are  unfolded. 
Then  mounteth  the  full  moon  into  my  view 
With  softening  brightness;   hovering  before  me 
From  rocky  wall,  from  humid  brake,   arise 
The  silver  shapes  of  times  by-gone,   and  soothe 
The  painful  pleasure  of  deep-brooding  thought. 

Alas !   that  man  enjoys  no  perfect  bliss, 
I  feel  it  now.   Thou  gav'st  me  with  this  joy, 
Which  brings  me  near  and  nearer  to  the  Gods, 
A  fellow, '  whom  I  cannot  do  without ; 
Though,   cold  and  heartless,   he  debases  me 
Before  myself,   and,   with  a  single  breath, 
Blows  all  the  bounties  of  thy  love  to  nought. 
Within  my  breast  a  raging  fire  he  fans 
For  that  fair  image,   bu^y  to  do  ill. 
Thus  reel  I  from  desire  on  to  enjoyment, 
And  in  enjoyment  languish  for  desire. 
' — .........  ^* 


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68  3.  SB.  »on  ©oetbe. 

@rctd{|cn«  ©tube, 
©rctd^ctt  am  ©pinnrabc  attcin. 

illeine  ^vij'  ifl  ^>in, 
SWein  ^crj  ifl  fc^toev; 
3c^  flnt)e  fie  nimmev 
Unt)  nimmerme^^r. 

SBo  i(i^  il^n  nid^t  ^ab*, 
3ft  mir  ba«  ®ra6, 
S)ic  ganjc  SBelt 
3ft  mir  t)ergaQt. 

aWein  armcr  S'opf 
3ji  mir  tjcrriidt. 
9Kcin  armcr  ©inn 
3ft  mir  jcrftiirft. 

SKcinc  9iu^*  ifl  ^>in, 
2Rcin  ^crj  ift  fd^tDcr; 
3(i^  finbe  fic  nimmer 
Unt)  nimmerme^^r. 

9iac^  il^m  nur  fd^au*  id^ 
3um  gcnflcr  ]^inau«, 
9lad^  i^m  nur  ge^*  id^ 


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PETER    GABDNER. 

^FAUST."   Act  IV.  Scene  IV. 
Translated  by  Peter  Gardner. 
Margarets  Romn. 
(margabet  alone,  at  a  spinning-wheel. 

My  peace  is  gane, 

My  heart  is  sair, 
I'll  be  mysel  never  — 

Ah  !   nevermair.  ' 

Where  I  na'  hae  him 

To  me's  the  grave; 
A'  the  warl's  bitter, 

Sae  sweet  to  the  lave. 

My  puir  head  stounds, 

A  madd*nin'  pain 
Is  life  in  my  soul. 

Is  thocht  on  my  brain. 

My  peace  is  gane. 

My  heart  is  sair; 
Rest  find  I  nae  way 

An'  nevermair.       « 

• 
I  look  frae  the  window 

For  him  ala^e, 
Savin'  him,  frae  the  house 

I  gang  for  nane. 


69 


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3.  25.  »on  ®oct^e. 

®em  l^ol^er  (Sang, 
©em'  ct)(e  @efta(t, 
®eine«  2»unt)e«  Sad^eln, 
Seiner  5lugen  ®en?a(t, 

Unb  feiner  ^Rebe 
3auterflu6, 
®ein  §ant)ebru(f, 
Unb  a(^!  fein  Sug! 

aReine  9tu^'  ift  ^in, 
9Rem  ^erj  ift  fc^tDet: 
3(]^  finbe  fie  nimrner 
Unb  nimmermcl^r. 

aWein  Sufen  brangt 
@id^  nail  i^m  l^in; 
3lc^,  bilrft'  id^  faffen 
Unb  ^alten  i^n! 

Unb  !ilj|en  i^n, 
(5o  tDie  idni  tooKt', 
In  feiner  Suffen 
SSergel^en  foKt!       ^ 


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PETEB    OABDNEB.  71 

His  braw,   braw  form, 

His  step  sae  free, 
His  lauchin    mou\ 

The  micht  o*  his  e'e. 

His  glamourin'  words, 

Their  flow  o'  bliss  — 
The  grip  o'  his  fingers, 

An'  oh  I   his  kiss. 

My  peace  is  gane, 

My  heart  is  sair; 
Rest  find  I  nae  way 

An'  nevermair. 

My  bosom  fills 

For  him  awa'. 
Oh !   micht  I  clasp  him, 

Mine  ain  an'  mine  a' ! 

An'  kiss,  kiss,  kiss  him, 

I'm  fain  for  sic  bliss ; 
An'  kissin,   an'  kissin', 

I'd  dee  on  his  kiss. 


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72  3-  SS.  toon  Ooct^c. 


(3n  bet  aWauetljo^lc  tin  9lnbadjt«bilb  bcr  Mater  dolorosa,  SlumenfruQe  ba»or). 

©retc^cn 

(jiedt  fiif<^e  Slumen  in  tie  Jtruge). 

31^  neige, 

S)u  ©d^merjenreid^e, 

Dein  5lntlt<j  9nat)ig  memer  5RotV 


SWit  taufent)  ©(j^merjen 

SU(fft  auf  ju  t)eine^  ©ol^ne^  lob. 


3um  SSater  Mi#  bu, 

Unt)  Seufjer  fd^irffl  bu 

^inauf  urn  fein'  unb  beine  3lot^, 

SBer  fii^tet, 

S)er  ©d^mcrj  mir  im  ®e6em?^ 
S93a«  tnein  armeS  §crj  ^ier  banget, 
S93a«  eg  jittert,  tt)a«  tjcrkngct, 
933eigt  nur  bu,  nur  bu  aHein! 


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PROF.    BLA.CKIE. 


73 


TAUST."   ActJV.   Scene  Vn. 

An  enclosed  area. 

(In  a  niche  of  the  wall  an  image  of  the  Mater  dolorosa,  with  flower- 
jngs  before  it.) 

3£ABGAR£T. 
(Placing  ftresh  flowers  in  the  Jngs.) 

O  mother  rich  in  sorrows, 

Bend  down  to  hear  my  cry ! 
O  bend  thee,  gracious  mother, 

To  soothe  mine  agony !  - 

Thy  heart  with  swords  is  pierced. 

And  tears  are  in  thine  eye. 
Because  they  made  thy  dear  Son 

A  cruel  death  to  die. 

Thou  lookest  up  to  heaven, 

And  deeply  thou  dost  sigh ; 
His  God  and  thine  beholds  thee 

And  soothes  thine  agony. 

Oh!   who  can  know 

What  bitter  woe 
Doth  pierce  me  sharply  now? 

The  fear,  the  anguish  of  my  heart. 
Its  every  pang,  its  every  smart, 

Know'st  thou,  and  only  thou. 


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74  3.  ®.  'ocn  ®oct<^ 

SSo^in  id^  immer  gel^e, 
aBie  twel^,  t»ie  toe^,  twie  toel^e 
SBirb  tnir  im  fflufen  l^ier! 
3c^  bin,  ad^!  faum  afleine, 
3d^  tDem\  ic!^  wein*,  ic!^  toeine, 
Da«  ^er3  jerbric^t  in  mir. 

®ie  ®c!^erben  tjor  mcincm  ^en^er 
Setl^anf  id^  mit  2:^rdnen,  ad^! 
Site  id^  am  frii^en  SKorgen 
®ir  biefe  S3Inmen  brad^. 

Sd^ien  ^cK  in  mctne  hammer 
®ie  ©onne  fril^  l^eranf, 
(Sa§  id^  in  allem  hammer 
3n  meinem  Sett'  fd^on  auf. 

§ilf!  rctte  mid^  tjon  Sd^mad^  unt)  Sob! 
-    Hd^  neige, 

®u  ©d^metjcnrcid^e, 

S)ein  5lntUfe  gnSbig  mcincr  9iot]^ ! 


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PBOF.    BLACKIE.  75 

And  wheresoe'er  I  wend  me, 

What  woes,  what  woes  attend  me. 

And  how  my  bosom  quakes ! 
And  when  alone  I  find  me, 

With  weeping,   weeping,   weeping, 
My  heart  for  sorrow  breaks. 

These  flowers,  I  pluck'd  this  morrow 

For  thee,  at  break  of  day, 
I  dew'd  with  tears  of  sorrow, 

O  wipe  them  thou  away! 

And  ere  the  morn's  first  sunbeam 

Into  my  room  was  shed, 
I  sat  in  deepest  anguish. 

And  watch'd  upon  my  bed. 

O  save  me.  Mother  of  Sorrows! 

Unto  my  prayer  give  heed, 
.  By  all  the  wounds  that  pierce  thee, 
O  save  me  in  my  need  I 

J.  S.  Blackie. 


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^, 


76  3.  SB.  »on  Ooet^e. 

^ar^gcBirg.    ©cgenb  toon  <S(i^irfc  unb  @(cnb. 

gaufi,  Mtpi)i^op^tU9,  StxU6)t  m  SBcci^fctgefang. 

3n  bie  Siraum*  unt)  3<^wberfp^are 
®inb  twit,  fd^eint  e«,  eingegangen. 
giil^r'  un«  gut  unb  mad^'  t)ir  S^re, 
2)ag  tDir  bortoartg  fcalb  gelangcn, 
3n  ben  tociten,  oben  9Jaumcn! 

®e^'  bie  Saume  l^tnter  Saumen, 
3IBie  fie  fd^neQ  tjorttbcr  xMen, 
Unb  bie  tUppen,  bie  fid^  Udm, 
Unb  bie  langen  iJelfennafen, 
933ie  fte  fd^nard^en,  tt)ie  fie  blafen! 


I)urd^  bie  ®teine,  burd^  ben  9tafen 
Sil^t  fflad^  unb  fflad^Iein  uieber. 
§or'  id^  ^aufd^en?  ^6f  id^  ?ieber? 
|)or'  id^  ^olbe  ?ie6e§f(age, 


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PEBCY    BYSSHE    SHELLEY.  /  « 

"FAUST." 

Translated  by  Percy  Bysshe  Shelley. 

Scerte.  —  May-Day^Night.  The  Hartz  Mountain, 
a  desolate  Country. 

FAUST,  MEPHI8TOPHELE8,  on</ iGNis-FATUtTS  in  alternate 
Chorus. 

The  limits  of  the  sphere  of  dream, 

The  bounds  of  true  and  false,  are  past. 

Lead  us  on,  thou  wandering  Gleam, 
Lead  us  onward  far  and  fast, 

To  the  wide,  the  desert  waste. 

ft  But  see,  how  swift  advance  and  shift 

Trees  behind  trees,  row  by  row,  — 

How,  clift  by  clift,  rocks  bend  and  lift 
Their  frowning  foreheads  as  we  go. 
The  giant-snouted  crags,  ho !  ho ! 
How  they  snort,  and  how  they  blow ! 

Through  the  mossy  sods  and  stones, 
Stream  and  streamlet  hurry  down, 

A  rushing  throng !  A  sound  of  song 
Beneath  the  vault  of  Heaven  is  blown ! 
Sweet  notes  of  love,  the  speaking  tones 

Of  this  bright  day,  sent  down  to  say 


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1 


78  3.  2B.  >3on  ©octl^e. 


Stimmen  jener  §immel«tage? 
aBa«  tt)ir  ^offen,  toaS  tcir  Ueben! 
Unb  t)a«  Sd^o,  twie  t)ie  Sage 
3l(ter  B^itci^'  l?^Hct  wicber. 


U^u!  ©d^u^u!  tBnt  eg  nailer; 

Sauj  unD  Sibife  unb  ber  §d^er, 

®tnb  fie  aQe  tt)a(3^  gebUeben? 

(2mb  ba«  SKoId^e  burcj^g  ©eftraud^e? 

?ange  Seine,  bide  ©aud^e! 

Unb  bie  aBurjeIn,  twie  bie  ©d^langen, 

2Binben  fid^  au«  gel«  unb  ©anbe, 

©ttedfen  njunberlid&e  Sanbe, 

Un«  ju  fd^redten,  un«  ju  fangen; 

2lu«  belebten  berfeen  aRafern 

©tredfen  fte  *iPot^penfafern 

^aii  bem  2Banbrer.     Unb  bie'  SIRaufe 

laufenbfarfcig,  fd^aarentoeife 

®urd^  ba«  2Roo«  unb  burd^  bie  $aibe! 

Unb  bie  gunfentD^rmer  fliegen, 

SWit  gebrangten  ®d^tt)anne*3^8^"' 

3um  t?evtDirrenben  ®e(eite. 


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PEBCY    BY8SHE    SHELLEY.  79 

That  Paradise  on  Earth  is  known, 

Resound  around,  beneath,  above ; 
All  we  hope  and  all  we  love 

Finds  a  voice  in  this  blithe  strain, 
Which  wakens  hill  and  wood  and  rill, 

And  vibrates  far  o'er  field  and  vale. 
And  which  Echo,   like  the  tale 

Of  old  times,  repeats  again. 

To-whoo !   to-whoo  I   near,  nearer  now 

The  sound  of  song,  the  rushing  throng! 
Are  the  screech,  the  lapwing,  and  the  jay. 

All  awake  as  if  'twere  day? 
See,   with  long  legs  and  belly  wide, 

A  salamander  in  the  brake! 
Every  root  is  like  a  snake. 

And  along  the  loose  hill  side. 
With  strange  contortions  through  the  night, 

Curls,   to  seize  or  to  affright; 
And  animated,  strong,  and  many. 

They  dart  forth  polypus-antennae. 
To  blister  with  their  poison  spume 

The  wanderer.    Through  the  dazzling  gloom 
The  many-coloured  mice  that  thread 

The  dewy  turf  beneath  our  tread, 
In  troops  each  other's  motions  cross, 

Through  the  heath  and  through  the  moss; 
And  in  legions  intertangled, 

The  fire-flies  flit,   and  swarm,   and  throng, 
Till  all  the  mountain-depths  are  spangled. 


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"1 


80  3.  3B.  t)on  ®oet(>e. 

2tber  fag*  ntir,  o6  twir  fle^en, 
Dt)er  o6  tuir  toeiter  ge^en? 
2lIIe«,  aQeS  fd^etnt  ju  bre^en, 
gel«  unD  Saume,  t)ie  ©efwi^ter 
Sd^neitten,  unt*  t)ie  irren  ?i(i^ter, 
•  3)ie  fid^  mc^rcn,  t)ie  fid^  blS^en. 


2Ctt^:  „5attp/^ 


ttlenn  fic!^  lau  bie  Siifte  ftttteu 
Um  t)cn  grilnumfd^ranften  ^lan, 
©ilge  a)afte,  9ie6eI]^Men 
Senft  bie  3)dmmerung  l^evan: 
Sifpelt  leifc  fugen  grieben, 
2Bicgt  t)a«  $erj  in  Sint)e«ni^', 
Unt)  ben  Slugcn  biefeS  SDtttben 
®(!^Uegt  be«  Jagc«  ^forte  ju! 


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^'S^iSBl 


PERCY  BY8SHE  SHELLEY.  81 

Tell  me,  shall  we  go  or  stay? 
Shall  we  onward?   Come  along! 

Everything  around  is  swept 
Forward,  onward,  far  away  1 

Trees  and  masses  intercept 
The  sight,  and  wisps  on  every  side 

Are  puffed  up  and  multiplied. 


'TAUST."   Part  the  2*^^.    Act  I. 
Translated  by  Dr.  J.  Anster. 


CHOBXrS    OF   FAISIES. 

When  the  twilight  mists  of  evening 
Darken  the  encircling  green, 
Breezes  come  with  balmy  fragrance  — 
Clouds  sink. down  with  dusty  screen; 
And  the  heart  —  sweet  whispers  soothe  it 
Rocked  to  infant-like  repose ; 
And  the  eyes  of  the  o'er-wearied 
Feel  the  gates  of  daylight  close. 

GoLDSOBMiDT,  German  Poetry.  ^ 


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82  9-  ®-  ^o«  ^ct^jc. 

Slad^t  ip  fd^btt  J^crcingcfitttfett, 
©c^Iicgt  fl(i^  l^clHg  ©tern  on  ©tern; 
Oregc  Sid^tcr,  Heine  gttitlcti 
Olifeem  na^  ttttb  ^laitjeti  fctn; 
OUfeem  l^tcr  im  See  fld^  fpiejctnt), 
OlSnjcn  broBcn  f(arer  Kod^t; 
Jicfflcn  9fu^cn«  ®{M  bcpcgrftib, 
§errfci^t  t)e«  2Kont)C«  t)oac  ^ratj^t. 

(Sd^on  »erlof(!^cn  flnb  btc  ©tunbcn, 
^ingcfd^tDunbctt  ©d^mcrj  unb  @IM; 
P^r  c«  t)or!  ®u  totrp  gefunbcn; 
jEraue  ncuem  Za^t^iMl 
^akx  grilncn,  $%el  fd^toeHen, 
SBttfd^cn  flc^  iu  ©d^atten .  dtn^ ; 
Unb  in  fd^»anfen  ©ittcrtoeUen 
SBogt  bic  ®aat  ber  Stnte  ju. 

aSnnfd^  urn  SSJftnfd^  ju  criangcn, 
©d^auc  nad^  bcm  ®Ianje  bort! 
?cijc  bijl  bn  nur  nmfongcn, 
©d^laf  ijl  ©d^atc,  )pirf  fie  fort! 
©Sttmc  nid^t,  btd^  ju  crbrciflcn, 
aSBenn  bie  aKcnjc  ganbcmb  fd^»eift; 
me»  tarn  ber  ©ble  Ictjten, 
S)cr  t)erjle^t  unb  rafd^  ergreift. 


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De.    J.    AK8TEB.  83 

Night  has  now  sunk  down  —  and  rising 
Star  comes  close  on  holy  star; 
Sovereign  splendours  —  tiny  twinklers  — 
Sparkle  near  and  shine  from  far: 
Sparkle  from  the  glassy  waters  — 
Shine  high  up  in  the  clear  night; 
While,   of  peace  the  seal  and  symbol, 
Reigns  the  full  moon's  queenly  light. 

On  have  flown  the  hours  —  and  sorrows 

Vanish  ;   nor  can  joy  abide. 

Feel  through  sleep  the  sense  of  healing ! 

In  the  purpling  dawn  confide  ! 

Green  vales  brightening  —  hills  out-swelling ; 

Flowering  copses  —  budding  tree  — 

In  the  young  corn's  silver  wavelets 

Bends  the  harvest  soon  to  be. 

Wake  to  Hope,  and  Hope's  fulfilment; 
In  the  sunrise  see  the  day ! 
Thin  the  filmy  bands  that  fold  thee: 
Fling  the  husk  of  sleep  away! 
Dare  —  determine  —  act.  The  many 
Waver.  Be  not  thou  as  these. 
All  things  are  the  noble  spirit's 
Clear  to  see,   and  quick  to  seize. 


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84  3.  SB.  toon  Ooet^. 

II.  2^ei(.  «ft  V. 


€in  ©urnpf  jiel^t  am  ®cbirge  l^in, 
9Serj)eftet  aUe«  f(!^on  (Srrungne; 
Den  faulen  ^fu^I  anii  abjnjiel^n, 
Dag  Se^jte  todr'  bag  ^od^fterrungnc. 
Srfiffn'  id^  9taume  toielen  2JliHionen, 
9?i(!^t  fi(!^er  jt»ar,  bod^  t^atig  frei,  ju  too^nen. 
©riln  bag  OefUbe,  fruc^tbar;  aWenfd^  unb  $>eevbe 
©ogtcid^  be^agtid^  auf  ber  neuflen  Scbe, 
@(ei(^  angefiebelt  an  beg  §iigelg  Sraft, 
Den  aufgetDaljt  fiH^n*emfige  SJiJIferfd^aft. 
3m  Snncm  l^ier  ein  parabiefifd^  8anb, 
Da  rafe  braugcn  glutl^  big  auf  jum  9tanb, 
Unb  tote  fie  m\i)t,  gemattfam  einjufd^iegen, 
Oemeinbrang  eilt,  bie  Sildfc  ju  Derfd^tiegen. 
9a!  biefem  ©inne  bin  id^  ganj  ergeben, 
»Dag  ift  ber  Seig^eit  lefeter  ©^lug: 
9iur  ber  ioerbient  fid^  greil^eit  t»ie  bag  Seben, 
Der  taglid^  fie  erobem  mug. 
Unb  fo  i)erbringt,  umrungen  i)on  Oefal^r, 
§ier  ^nbl^eit,  SKann  unb  ®reig  fein  tild^tig  3fal^r. 
®old^  ein  ®ett)imme(  mod^t'  id^  fcl^n, 
Sluf  freiem  ®runb  mit  freiem  SSotte  ftel^n. 


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DB.  J.    AN8TER.  85 

*TAUST."  Part  the  2°^.   Act  V. 
Translated  by  Dr.  J.  Anster. 


FATJSTUS   (to  himself). 

Along  the  mountain  range  a  poisonous  swamp 
O'er  what  IVe  gained  breathes  pestilential  damp. 
To  drain  the  fetid  pool  off,  —  were  that  done, 
Then  were  indeed  my  greatest  triumph  won. 
To  many  millions  ample  space  't  would  give, 
Not  safe,   indeed,  from  inroad  of  the  sea, 
But  yet,    in  free  activity  to  live. 
—  Green  fruitful  fields,  where    man    and   beast   are 

found 
Dwelling  contentedly  on  the  new  ground ; 
Homes,   nestling  in  the  shelter  of  the  hill 
UproUed  by  a  laborious  people's  skill; 
A  land  like  paradise  within  the  mound. 
Though  the  sea  rave  without  to  o'erleap  its   bound, 
Or  nibbling  at  it,  sapping,  plashing,  win 
Its  way,  impetuously  to  rush   in. 
All,  with  one  impulse,   haste  to  the  sea  wall. 
Repel  the  mischief  that  endangers  All. 
For  this  one  only  object  do  I  live, 
To  the  absorbing  thought  myself  I  give. 
Freedom  like  Life  —  the  last  best  truth  we  learn  — 
Man  still  must  conquer,   and  in  conquering  earn; 
And  girded  thus  by  danger.  Childhood  here 


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86  3.  S.  t>ott  (ioet^. 

3um  2lugcnWi(fe  bftrft*  iif  fagcn: 

SScweilc  toi),  bu  Wp  fo  f(^5n! 

®«  fann  t)ie  ©pur  toon  mcinen  (grtietagcn 

9?ic^t  in  ?leonen  uMtergel^n.  — 

3m  SSorgefii^l  toon  fold^em  l^o^en  ®{M 

©enieg'  ic^  iefet  ben  l^i^jien  Slugenblicf. 

(gaujl  finft  jurild,  bic  Slcmurcn  faff  en  i^n  auf  unb  Icgen 
i^n  auf  ben  ^obcn.) 


3f^n  fSttiflt  fcine  ?ufl,  il^m  fl'nflgt  fein  ®iM, 

©0  bul&ft  er  fort  m^  toed^felnben  ©eflalten; 

Den  le^ten,  fd^ted^ten,  leeren  SlugeuMirf, 

S)er  ?lrme  toiinfd^t  x^n  fefl  ju  ^Iten. 

3)er  mir  fo  fraftig  toiberflanb, 

3)ie  3cit  ^iit^^  €>c^^  "^^^  ®i^ci^  ^i^^  ^'^9*  iw^  ©anb. 

3)ie  U^r  fle^t  flitt  — 


(S^or. 

©te^t  ftiH!  ©ie  fd^toeigt  n)ie  aWitternad^t. 
3)er  3^*9^^  f^^t. 

3Wep^ipop^eIc«. 
(Sr  foHt,  e^  ifl  tooabrad^t. 


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BB.  J.    ANSTEB. 


$7 


Gray  Age  and  Man  and  Boy  work  out  the  year. 
Oh!  could  I  see  such  throngs,  could  I  but  stand 
With  a  free  people,  and  upon  free  landl 
'Then  might  I  to  such  moment  of  delight 
Say  'Linger  with  me,  thou  that  art  so  bright  1' 
Ne'er  shall  the  traces  of  my  earthly  day 
Perish  in  lapsing  centuries  away. 
Anticipating  moment  such  as  this. 
Even  now  do  I  enjoy  the  highest  bliss. 

[Sinks  h^k;  Lemurs  lay  him  on  the  ground.) 

MEFHISTOPHELES . 

—  And  this  is  the  spirit  that  nothing  can  appease ! 
No  joys  give  him  content,   no  pleasures  please  — 
Still  hankering  after  strange  stray  phantasies. 
The  empty  moment,  that  amused  him  last. 
Infatuated,  he  would  fain  hold  fast. 
He,  who  against  me  made  so  stiff  a  stand. 
Time  is  his  master  now  —  aye,  there  he  is, 
The  gray  old  man  stretched  out  upon  the  sand. 
The  Clock  stands  still. 

CHOBT78. 

Stands  still. 

Is  silent  as  mid-night. 
The  Hand  falls. 

MEPHISTOPHEI^ES . 

Falls.    'T  is  finished:   and  all's  right. 


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'I 


88  3.  SB.  twtt  ©oct^fc. 

@«  ifl  t)orteL 

SSorki!  ein  bummed  SBort. 
SBarum  t)ortei? 

SSorki  unti  rcinc«  5Ri(^t«,  tJoUfommnc^  Sinertci! 
aa5a«  foil  un«  t>cnn  tia«  cto'ge  ©d^affen! 
®cf(^affcnc«  ju  ni^t«  l^intocgjuraffcn ! 
„Da  ip*«  t)orki!"  335a«  ifl  t>aran  ju  kfen! 
e«  ifl  fo  gut,  ate  tear'  c«  nit^t  gctDcfcn, 
Unt)  trcibt  fl^  bod^  int  ^ci«,  ate  tocnn  c«  toarc. 
3d^  licBtc  mit  bafttr  t)a8  S»ig*?ccrc. 


a^^igcnie. 
j^crau^  in  cure  ©fatten,  rcgc  39Sipfcl 
S)e«  altcn,  l^cirgcn,  bid^tbclauBtcn  $aine«, 
SBic  in  t>cr  OiJttin  flitted  ^ciligtl^um, 
Irct'  id^  no(^  jc^t  mit  fd^aubembcm  ®cfft^l, 
Site  tDcnn  id^  pc  jum  crflcnmal  BcttSte, 
Unt)  ««  gctoBl^nt  ftd^  ntd^t  mcin  ®cifl  l^ier^fcr. 


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DK.  J.    ANSTER.  S9 

CHORUS; 

All's  past  away  —  gone  by. 

MEPHISTOPHELES . 

Gone  by !    There  is  no  meaning  in  the  word ! 

Gone  by?  —  AlFs  over,  then.   Gone  by?  —  absurd. 

Gone  by  and  utter  Nothing  are  all  one : 

Why  then  does  this  Creating  still  go  on? 

Gone  by?  What  means  it?  —  What  a  sorry  trade! 

Making,   and  making  nothing  of  what's  made. 

And  then  this  nothing  evermore  we  see 

Making  pretence  a  something  still  to  be. 

'So  on  it  goes,  the  same  dull  circle  spinning  — 

'T  were  better  with  the  Eternal  Void  beginning ! 


"IPHIGENEIA  IN  TAURIS."    Act  I. 

Translated  by  W.  Taylor  of  Norwich.' 

IPHIGENEIA  : 

x>eneath  your  waving  shaded  ye  restless  boughs 

Of  this  long-hallow'd  venerable  wood, 

As  in  the  silent  sanctuary's  gloom, 

I  wander  still  with  the  same  chilly  awe 

As  when  I  enter'd  first;  in  vain  my  soul 

Attempts  to  feel  itself  no  stranger  to  you. 


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90  3.  ^.  tMHt  Obel^. 

®o  mand^c«  3al^r  bctoal^rt  m^  l^icr  tjcrborgcn 

Sin  l^ol^er  SBiKc,  t)cm  ^  mi<]^  ergebc , 

!Do(i^  immer  bin  i^,  n)ie  im  ctjlen,  frcmt). 

3)cnn,  ad^!  mid^  trcnnt  bad  SWecr  toon  ben  ®clicbtcn, 

Unt)  an  bent  Ufcr  ftcl^'  xi)  langc  S^ge, 

S)ad  Sanb  ber  ©ried^cn  mit  ber  ©eele  fud^enb; 

Unb  gegcn  mcine  ©enfjer  btingt  bic  SBette 

9tnr  bumpfe  Sonc  branfenb  mir  l^erftber. 

SBel^  bem,  ber  fem  t)on  ©Item  unb  ®efc^n)iflern 

©n  cinfam  ?eben  fill^rt!  3l^m  jel^rt  ber  ©ram 

S)ad  nad^flc  ©IM  toon  feinen  Sippen  toeg. 

3^ni  fd^toarmen  abtoartd  immer  bie  ©ebanfen 

"Utaif  feined  SSater«  C^aKcn,  too  bie  Sonne 

,3ucrfl  ben  ^immel  toor  i^m  auffd^log,  too 

©id^  aKitgebome  fpielenb  feft  unb  fefter 

9Kit  fanften  93anbcn  an  einanber  fniii^ftcn. 

Sij  rcd^te  mit  ben  ©ottern  nic^t;  attein 

3)cr  iJrauen  B^flanb  ifl  beflagen«n)crt]^. 

3u  C^auf  unb  in  bem  ^iege  l^errfd^t  ber  SWann 

Unb  in  ber  grembc  toci§  er  fld^  ju  l^elfen. 

3f^n  freuet  ber  Scfi^;  i^n  front  ber  ©ieg! 

©in  el^rentooKer  Job  ifl  il^m  bereitet. 

aaJic  eng^^ebunben  ift  be«  aQ8eibe«  ®iM\ 

©d^op  einem  raul^en  ©atten  ju  gel^ord^en, 

9P  ^flid^t  unb  Jrofl;  xok  elenb,  toenn  flc  gar 

Sin  feinblid^  ©^idtfal  in  bie  i?emc  treibt! 

So  ^It  mi(^  2:i^oa«  l^icr,  ein  ebler  3Wann, 

3fn  ernflen,  l^eifgen  Sftatocnbanben  fefl. 

D  toie  befd^amt  gefte^  id^,  bag  id^  bir 

9Wit  pittem  SBibertBiaen  bienc,  ®5ttin, 


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WILLIAM   TATLOB.  91 

A  mightier  will,  to  whose  behest  I  bow. 

For  years  hath  kept  me  here  in  deep   concealment ; 

Yet  now  it  seems  as  foreign  as  at  first. 

For,  ah !  the  sea,  from  those  I  love,  divides  me : 

And  on  its  shore  I  stand  the  live-long  day 

Seeking,  with  yearning  soul,  the  Grecian  coast, 

While  the  waves  only  echo  back  my  sighs 

In  hoarser  murmurs.     O  how  luckless  he. 

Who  from  his  parents  and  his  brethren  far 

Lonesome  abides !    Th'  approaching  cup  of  joy 

The  hand  of  sorrow  pushes  from  his  lip. 

His  thoughts  still  hover  round  his  father's  hall, 

When  first  the  sun-beams  to  his  infant  eye 

Unlocked  the  gates  of  nature  —  where  in  sports 

And  games  of  mutual  glee  the  happy  brothers 

Drew  daily  closer  soft  afibction's  bonds. 

I  would  not  judge  the  gods  —  but  sure  the  lot 

Of  womankind  is  worthy  to  be  pitied. 

At  home,  at  war,  man  lords  it  as  he  lists  ; 

In  foreign  provinces  he  is  not  helpless; 

Possession  gladdens  him ;   him  conquest  crowns ; 

E'en  death  to  him  extends  a  wreath  of  honour. 

Confin'd  and  narrow'd  is  the  womans'  bliss : 

Obedience  to  a  rude  imperious  husband 

Her  duty  and  her  comfort;   and,  if  fate 

On  foreign  shores  have  cast  her,  how  unhappy! 

So  Thoas   (yet  I  prize  his  noble  soul) 

Detains  me  here  in  hated  hallo w'd  bondage. 

For,   tho'  with  shame  I  feel  it,  I  acknowledge 

It  with  secret  loathness  that  I  serve  thee. 


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92  3.  ®.  ^n  ^octtK. 

S)ir,  mcinct  8tcttcrtn!  SKcin  Men  folltc 
3tt  frctcm  ©icnflc  bit  gctoitmict  fcin. 
3ltt^  l^ab'  t^  fteW  aitf  t>f^  8«^offt  unt)  l^offc 
3lcif  jc^t  ouf  bt^,  ©iana,  t>ic  t)U  mi^, 
a)c«  grdgten  SBnigc^  tocrflognc  Jotter, 
3n  t)cincn  l^cirgcn,  fanften  Stm  gcnemmcn. 
3a,  Softer  3^^^'  tt)CHn  bu  ben  l^o^cn  SKann, 
3)ctt  t)u,  bic  loiter  fotbcmt),  angftigtcft, 
335cnn  t>tt  ben  gfittergtet^n  Jlgawemnon, 
3)cr  bit  feitt  ?ie6fte«  jum  3Htare  ixadftt, 
Son  S:roia'«  untgctDanbten  SKauern  riD^mlici^ 
yiai^  feincm  ^atetlanb  jurftdfteglettct, 
Die  ®attin  i^m,  Slcltren  unb  ben  ©ol^n, 
S)ie  f(i^onen  ©d^o^c,  tool^l  crl^alten  ^aft; 
©0  gieb  au^  mi^  ben  9Weincn  enblit^  toieber, 
Unb  rette  mt^,  bie  bu  t)om  Job*  crrettet, 
^u^  bon  beui  Scben  l^ier,  bem  jtoeiten  Xobe! 


2Ctt0:  ,,^oet§e'-5  figmont." 

2)ie  Xirommcl  gcriHrct! 

llie  Srommel  gerill^ret! 
S)a«  ^feifd^cn  gcfjHelt! 
SKein  Siebficr  getoaffnet 
2)em  ^aufen  kftc^lt, 
5)ie  Sanjc  l^o^  fft^rct, 
2)ie  ?eutc  regicrct. 


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WILLIAM   TAYLOR.  93 

My  great  protectress,  thee,  to  whom  my  life 

'T  were  fitting  I  in  gratitude  devoted; 

But  I  have  ever  hop'd  and  still  I  hope, 

That  thou,  Diana,  wilt  not  quite  forsake 

The  banisht  daughter  of  the  first  of  Kings. 

0  bom  of  Jove!  if  him,  the  mighty  man 

Whose  soul  thou  woundest  with  unhealing  pangs, 

When  thou^idst  ask  his  child  in  sacrifice  — 

If  godlike  Agamemnon,  to  thy  altar 

Who  led  his  darling,  from  the  fallen  Troy 

Thy  hand  hath  to  his  country  reconducted, 

And  on  the  hero  hath  bestow'd  the  bliss 

To  clasp  his  wife,  Electra  and  his  son  —  ^ 

Restore  me  also  to  my  happy  home; 

And  save  me,  whom  thou  hast  from  death  preserved. 

From  worse  than  death,  from  banishment  in  Tauris. 


FROM  ^^EGMONT." 

Translated  by  Arthur  Duke  Coleridge. 

The  drums  they  are  beating  I 

The  drums  they  are  beating! 

The  bugle  is  sounding  I 
My  love,  in  full  ai^our, 

Commands  in  the  van. 
Waves  gaily  his  pennon, 

And  marshals  his  clan.  — 


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94  3.  ®.  »on  ^©ct^c. 

aBic  !loi>ft  ntir  t)a«  §crje! 
mt  todit  mir  t)a«  »(ttt! 
D  ^tt*  i(^  ein  SBamrn^lcin 
Unt)  §ofcn  mib  $ut! 

3ci^  folgt'  ii^nt  jum  V)ox  *nau« 

9Kit  mut^igem  ©<^ritt, 

®Htg'  t)ur(i^  t)ic  ^rot)tttjen,     - 

©ing*  ftbcratt  mtt. 

3)ie  gcint>e  f^on  tocid^n, 

aSBir  fd^icgcn  barcin; 

SBcld^  ®til(f  o^nc  ®(cic^ctt, 

Sin  9Rann«SUb  ju  fein! 


(3u  ben  (Scbid^tcn.) 

Her  SKorgcn  tarn;  e«  fc^cuti^tcn  feine  jErittc 
S)cn  Icifen  ©d^Jaf,  bet  mif  geltnb  unipng, 
S)ag  idf,  txtoaift,  au«  meintt  jliHcn  §iltte 
Den  33crg  ^inauf  mit  frifd^r  <Seele  ging; 
^6)  frente  mi6)  bci  einem  jeben  ©d^ritte 
3)er  ncuen  Slume,  bic  t)oll[  Sropfen  l^ing; 
S)er  iunge  Jag  ttH)oi  ^i)  mit  Sntjiidtcn, 
Uttb  alle^  toarb  ctquidft  mid^  jU  erquwfen. 

Unb  toic  ii)  ftieg,  jog  t>on  bent  5Iu§  ber  SBiefen 
^in  yicM  fld^  in  ©trcifcn  fad^t  l^or, 


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A.    DUKE   COIiEAIDGE.  95 

How  these  pulses  are  bounding! 

This  heart  how  it  glows ! 
Oh:  had  I  but  doublet/ 

And  helmet  and  hose! 

Through  the  gates  with  my  lover 

Full  boldly  I'd  ride, 
And  all  the  world  over 

Would  march  by  his  side. 
Foes  break  at  our  volley. 

They  waver  and  flee  — 
Oh!  pleasure  of  pleasures, 

A  soldier  to  be ! 


INTRODUCTION  [to  the  Poems]. 
Translated  by  Theodore  Martin  and  W.  H-  Aytoun. 

The  morning  came.    Its  footsteps  scared  away 
The  gentle  sleep  that  hover'd  lightly  o'er  me, 
I  left  my  quiet  cot  to  greet  the  day, 
And  gaily  dimb'd  the  mountain-side  before  me. 
The  sweet  young  flowers  I    how  fresh  were  they  and 

t-ender. 
Brimful  with  dew  upon  the  sparkling  lea; 
The  young  day  open'd  in  exulting  splendour, 
And  all  around  seem'd  glad  to  gladden  me. 
And  as  I  mounted,  o'er  the  meadow-ground 
A  white  and  filmy  essence  'gan  to  hover; 


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96  3.  2B.  iwn  ^et(^c. 

Sr  toid^  unb  tocd^feltc  mid^  ju  umfliegen, 
Unb  n)U(i^«  fleflilgclt  mix  um'^  $<MM>t  empor: 
De«  fc^iJncn  ®Uc!^  foUt'  id^  nid^t  mel^r  geniegen, 
S)ie  ®egenb  bedEte  mir  ein  trilbcr  %iox; 
35alb  fal^  id^  mid^  Don  SBoHen  ti)ic  umgofien, 
Unt>  mit  mir  felbft  in  3)&mmrung  cin8cfd^Iof[en. 

3luf  cinmal  fd^ien  bie  Sonne  burd^jnt)rin8cn, 
9m  9tcbd  tie§  fid^  cine  ^arl^eit  fel^n. 
^iev  fanf  er  leife  fid^  l^inabjufd^toingen, 
$icr  tl^eilt'  er  fteigcnt  fid^  nm  SBalt)  nnt)  ^'6i)n. 
SJie  l^offt'  id^,  il^r  ben  erften  Orug  ju  bringen ! 
®ie  l^offt'  id^  nad^  ber  Srilbc  tbppelt  fd^Sn. 
S)er  (nft'ge  tampf  toar  (ange  nid^t  »oHent>et, 
Sin  ®lanj  nmgab  mid^  unt>  id^  ftanb  geblenbet, 

S3ato  mad^te  mid^,  bie  Sugen  anfjufc^tagen, 
Sin  innrer  Srieb  be«  ^erjenS  njiebcr  fii^n, 
3d^  fonnt*  e«  nnr  mit  fd^neHen  SUdEen  njagen, 
S)enn  aHe«  fd^ien  ju  brenncn  unb  ju  glii^n. 
S)a  fd^toebte  mit  ben  SCoUen  l^crgetragen 
@in  gSttUd^  SBeib  »or  meinen  ?lngen  l^in, 
Sein  fd^Bner  93i(b  \ai)  16)  in  meinem  SJekn, 
@ie  fa^  mid^  an  nnb  blieb  »ertt)ei(enb  fd^toeben. 

^ennft  bn  mid^  nic^t?  fprad^  fie  mit  einem  9Kunbc, 
S)em  aller  Sieb'  unb  Serene  Jon  entflog; 
Srlennft  bu  mid^,  bie  ii)  in  mand^e  SBunbe 
5)e«»,S!eben«  bir  ben  reinjien  Salfamgog? 
S)u  fennft  mid^  too^l,  an  bie,  ju  eto'gem  33unbe, 


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THEODOBE    MAKTIN.  97 

It  saird  and  shifted  till  \^  hemmM  me  round, 

Then  rose  above  my  head,  and  floated  over. 

No  more  I  saw  the  beauteous  scene  unfolded  -*- 

It  lay  beneath  a  melancholy  shroud; 

And  soon  was  I,  as  if  in  vapour  moulded, 

Alone,  within  the  twilight  of  the  cloud. 

At  once,  as  though  the  sun  were  struggling  through, 
Within  the  mist  a  sudden  radiance  started. 
Here  sank  the  vapour,  but  to  rise  anew, 
There  on  the  peak,  and  upland  forest  parted. 
O,  how  I  panted  for  the  first  clear  gleaming, 
Made  by  the  gloom  it  banish'd  doubly  bright ! 
It  came  not,  but  a  glory  round  me  beaming. 
And  I  stood  blinded  by  the  gush  of  light. 

A  moment,  and  I  felt  enforced  to  look. 

By  some  strange  impulse  of  the  heart's  emotion ; 

But  more  than  one  quick  glance  I  scarce  could  brook, 

For  all  was  burning  like  a  molten  ocean. 

There,  in  the  glorious  clouds  that  seem'd  to  bear  her, 

A  form  angelic  hover'd  in  the  ^ir; 

Ne'er  did  my  eyes  behold  a  vision  fairer. 

And  still  she  gazed  upon  me,  floating  there. 

''Dost  thou   not  know  me?**  and  her  voice  was  soft 
As  truthful  love,  and  holy  calm  it  sounded. 
TKnow'st  thou  not  me,  who  many  a  time  and  oft 
Pour'd   balsam  in  thy  hurts   when  sorest   wolhided? 
Ah,   well  thou  knowest  her,   to  whom  for  ever 

UoLi>scuMii>T ,  German  Poetry.  7 


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6  3.  %.  \>cn  (Sket^e. 

Dcin  fhcbent)  ^  fu^  fcfi  wit)  fefter  f(^{o|. 

Xte  ^abe  f(^on  nod^  tnir  bid^  eifrig  fel^en? 

3a!  ttef  ii^  avi^,  inbem  id^  felig  m&>tx 

3ur  Srt)c  fan!,  lang  ^V  xif  tiif  gcfft^t; 

3)u  gabjl  mir  ^u^,  tt>enn  burd^  t>ic  iungeti  ®Ucbcr 

!iDte  !t!eit>euf(i^aft  ft^  tafllod  buri^geiDil^U ; 

!Du  ^afi  mit  tote  mtt  l^immtifd^m  ©efieber 

Sm  ^cigcn  £ag  bic  ©time  fauft  geffll^U; 

3)tt  f(^ttfteft  mir  bcr  Ctt)e  befte  ®afccn, 

Unb  iebed  ©(iid  tDtll  id^  burc^  bid^  nur  l^hen! 

!Did^  neun  id^  nid^t.  3^<^^*  ^S^*  i^  t>«^  *>on  t>idcn 
®ar  oft  genannt,  unb  jeber  l^igt  bid^  feiu, 
Sin  icbe«  Slujc  glaubt  auf  bid^  ju  jielen, 
gafl  icbem  Xuge  mirb  bein  ©tral^l  jur  ^in. 
?ld^,  ba  id^  inle,  ^tt*  id^  biel  ©efpietcu, 
!Da  id^  bi(^  fcnne,  bin  i(^  faft  allcin; 
dd^  mug  mein  ®Iiid  nur  mit  mir  fetbft  geuiegen, 
I)cin  l^olbed  Sid^t  »erbedtcn  unb  i>erfd^lic6cn. 

@ic  Incite,  flc  fj>rad^:  bu  fiel^fit,  toic  Hug, 
aSBic  nStl^ig  »)ar*«,  eud^  toenig  ju  cnt^Mcu! 
Saum  bijt  bu  fid^r  t)or  bcm  grSbflen  Irug, ' 
Saum  bift  bu  $err  t)om  crflen  fiiia>ertDi(fen, 
®o  glaubft  bu  bid^  fd^on  Uebermenfd^  genug, 
SSerfaumft  bie  ^flid^t  be«  SWanne^  ju  erfiiaen! 
Si%t)iel  bift  bu  t)on  anbem  unterfd^ieben? 
iSvfenne  bic^,  leb*  wit  ber  SBelt  in  ^Jrieben ! 


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J 


TR£Ol>OB£   MAltTIN.  d9 

Thy  heart  in  unjon  pants  to  be  allied! 

Have  I  not  seen  the  tears  —  the  wM  endeavour 

That  even  in  boyhood  brought  thee  to  my  aide?^ 

^'Yesl  I  have  lei*  iky  influence  ott,"  I  cried, 
And  sank  on  earth  before  her,  haif-a4loring ; 
^hou  bronght'st  me  rest  when  Passion^s  lava-tide 
Thro'  my  yonng  veins  like  liquid  fire  was  pouring. 
And  thou  hast  fann  d,  as  with  celestial  pinions, 
In  summer's  heat,  my  parch'd  and  fever'd  brow  ; 
Gav'st  me  the  choicest  gifts  of  earth's  dominions, 
And,  save  through  thee^  I  seek  no  fortune  now. 

"I  name  thee  not,  but  I  have  heard  thee  named. 
And  heard  thee  styled  their  own  ere  now  by  many ; 
All  eyes  believe  at  thee  their  glance  is  aim'd, 
Though  thine  effulgence  is  too  great  for  any. 
Ah!  I  had  many  comrades  whilst  I  wander'd  — 
1  know  thee  now,  and  stand  almost  alone  : 
I  veil  thy  light,'  too  precious  to  be  squander'd, 
And  share  the  inward  joy  I  feel  with  none." 

Smiling  she  said  —  ^Thou  seest  't  was  wise  from  thee 
To  keep  the  fuller,  greater  revelation: 
Scarce  art  thou  from  grotesque  delusions  free. 
Scarce  master  of  thy  childish  first  sensation; 
Yet  deem'st  thyself  so  far  above  thy  brothers. 
That  thou  hast  won  the  right  to  soorn  them !  Cease, 
Who  made  the  yawning  gulf  'twixt  thee  and  others? 
Know  —  know  thyself  —  live  with  the  world  in  peace." 


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100  3.  B.  toon  ©oetl^ 

SJerjci^  mir,  rtef  ^  att«,  tc^  metiit'  c«  gut; 

®ott  ii^  Hitifottfl  bic  Sttflcn  offcn  l^afccn? 

®n  fto^  aBiOc  febt  in  mcincm  Stat, 

3^  fcnnc  ganj  t>cn  9Bcrt^  t)on  bctnen  ®a6cn! 

gftr  anbrc  toa^ft  in  mir  ta«  cWc  ®ttt, 

3(1^  fann  unt  »itt  ba«  ^funb  nid^t  nicl^r  t>ergr«bctt! 

ffiarum  fud^t'  i<i^  ben  SBcg  fo  fel^nftt^Wtwtt, 

SBenn  ic^  i^n  nt<i^t  ben  SJd^em  jeigei;  fed? 

Unb  »ic  id^  fprad^,  fa^  mtd^  b««  l^ol^c  SQScfctt 
5Wtt  cinem  9Mid  ntitletb'flet  9iad^fl<i^t  on, 
3(1^  fonnte  mtc^  in  i^rcm  Slujc  (cfcn, 
SGBa«  iii  t)erfe^(t  unb  toa«  ic^  xtift  get^n. 
@ie  lac^elte,  ba  toot  ic^  fd^on  genefen/ 
3u  neucn  fyrenbcn  flicg  mein  @cip  l^an; 
3(3^  fonnte  nun  mit  innigem  Scrtranen 
SKid^  jtt  tl^r  nal^n  unb  il^rc  9*%  fd^ucn. 

Da  redfte  fie  bie  $anb  aw?  in  bic  ©treifcn 
I)er  feid^tcn  aSolfen  unb  bed  ?)uft«  untl^er, . 
SBie  pe  i^  fa§te,  lie§  er  fi<^  etgreifen, 
@r  Ueg  fld^  jiel^tt,  e«  toax  fein  5Rc6e(  mel^r. 
5IRein  luge  fount'  tm  Sl^afc  wtcber  f(^»cifcn, 
®en  §immel  fclidh*  id^,  et  toor  l^ctt  unb  l^el^r. 
giun  f«]^  id^  fie  ben  teinPen  ©dicier  l^en, 
ffir  fIo§  um  fie  unb  fd^ott  in  taufenb  goltcn* 

3d^  feune  bid^,  id^  fenne  beine  ©d^ttwd^n, 
3d^  tt)ei|,  »a«  ®tttc«  in  bit  lebt  unb  glimmt! 
©0  fagte  fie,  ic^  ^x"  fie  ^ig  fpred^n, 


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TtffiODOB£   MA&TIK.  lOl 

'^Forgive  me!"  I  exdiaim'd,  T  meant  no  ill, 
Else  should  in  vain  my  eyes  be  diaen^anted; 
Within  my  blood  there  atirs  a  genial  will  — 
I  know  the  worth  of  all  that  thou  hast  granted. 
That  boon  I  hold  in  trust  for  others  merely, 
Nor  shall  I  let  it  rust  within  the  ground ; 
Why  sought  I  out  the  pathway  so  sincerely. 
If  not  to  guide  my  brothers  to  the  bound  t" 

And  as  I  spoke,  upon  her  radiant  face 
Passed  a  sweet  smile,   like  breath  across  a  mirror; 
And  in  her  eyes*  bright  meaning  I  could  trace 
What  I  had  answered  well,  and  what  in  error. 
She  smiled,  and  then  my  heart  regained  its  lightness. 
And  bounded  in  my  breast  with  rapture  high : 
Then  durst  I  pass  within  her  zone  of  brightness, 
And  gaze  upon  her  with  unquailing  eye. 

Straightway  she  stretched  her  hand  among  the  thin 
And  watery  haze  that  round  her  presence  hover'd ; 
Slowly  it  coil'd  and  shrank  her  grasp  within, 
And  lo !    the  landscape  lay  once  more  uncover*d  — 
Again  mine  eye  could  scan  the  sparkling  meadow, 
I  look'd  to  heaven,   and  all  was  clear  and  bright; 
I  saw  her  hold  a  veil  without  a  shadow, 
That  undulated  round  her  in  the  light. 

1  know  thee !  —  all  thy  weakness,  all  that  yet 
Of  good  within  thee  lives  and  glows,  Tve  measured ;" 
She  said  —  her  voice  I  never  may  forget  — 


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102  3.  IB.  ten  <9o^^ 

(Sm))f(Utge  ^r,  tooa  Vff  tnr  (ong  fce|Utnmt. 
3)em  ©tthflt^en  lantt  t»  an  ntd^  ^ekedleft, 
Der  Wcg  @cf<i^!  nttt  fKBer  @fric  nhmnt; 
Hxa  iRtrgenbitft  get»el6t  unb  @oniKnH«t]^tt, 
Der  D^ttti^  ®<i^(eter  (iu9  bet  ^onb  bev  Sol^]^. 

Unb  n>enn  ed  bhr  unb  betttett  S^eunben  f^fite 
Xm  9Jlittas  MHtb,  fo  toirf  Q^n  in  bie  Suft! 
®ogtet(^  umfaufelt  SBenbtoinbedfiH^te, 
Um^aud^t  tni^  ^trntn*  SS&rjgeruiJ^  unb  S)uft. 
<5«  fd^eigt  ba«  93^)^11  (anger  (Sibgefil^te, 
3um  SellotBetk  unbelt  ful^  bie  @ntft, 
SSefSnftiget  toitb  ]|ebe  SeBenMeOe, 
Dct  !£ag  toirb  IteUid^  unb  bie  92acl^t  I9irb  1^. 

®e  lommt  benn,  gfrennbe,  koenn  auf  eitren  SEBegen 

S)e«  Mend  Sfitbe  \dfmt  unb  ((j^toerer  briidt, 

aSBenn  eure  Sal^n  ein  frifcj^emeuter  ©egen 

Wt  9(umen  jiert,  nttt  golbnen  9rfi(i^  fc^mfi^, 

SSiv  g^n  ))ereint  bem  n$^ften  Za^  entgegen  1 

©0  lekn  »ir,  fo  n>anbe(n  toit  bejlflcft. 

Unb  bann  and^  foD,  n)enn  (Sniel  urn  nnd  trauem, 

3n  il^rer  Snjt  no^  unfre  Siebe  bouem. 


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TKEODORK   MABTIK.  102 

"Accept  the  gift  that  long  for  thee  was  treasur'd. 
Oh  !   happy  he,  thrice^h}eet  in  earth  and  heaven, 
Who  takes  this  gift  with  soul  serene  and  true, 
The  veil  of  song,  hy  Truth's  own  fingers  given, 
£n woven  of  sun«hine  and  the  morning-dew. 

''Wave  but  this  veil  on  high,  whene*^er  beneath 
The  noonday  fervour  thou  and  thine  are  glowing. 
And  fragrance  of  aU  flowers  around  shall  breathe, 
And  the  cool  winds  of  eve  come  freshly  blowing. 
Earth's  cares  shall  cease  for  thee,    and  all  its  riot; 
Where  gloom'd  the  grave ,   a  starry  couch  be  seen ; 
The  waves  of  life  shall  sink  in  halcyon  quiet; 
The  days  be  lovely  fiBiir,  the  nights  serene." 

Come  then,  my  friends,  and  whether   neath  the  load 
Of  heavy  griefs  ye  struggle  on,  or  whether 
Your  better  destiny  shall  strew  the  road 
With  flowers,  and  golden  fruits  that  cannot  wither. 
United  l^t  us  move,  still  forward  striving ; 
So  while  we  live  shall  joys  our*  days  illume. 
And  in  our  children's  hearts  our  love  surviving 
Shall  gladden  them,  when  we  are  in  the  tomb. 


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t04  3-  ®   ««>H  0«et^. 


fldcfc  ©tiHe  ^crr^t  im  SBaffcr, 
D^ne  SJcgung  rul^t  t)««  SWcer, 
Unto  BcWmmert  ftcl^  tocr  ©differ 
@latte  ^^e  rittg«  uml^. 
Seine  Suft  twn  feirier  @ette! 
Jotoe^jKDe  \1MifttrHi6^\ 
3n  bcr  ttngcl^ettren  93Jette 
Sieget  feme  SBefle  P(j^. 


2Sottiie  5et  ^je6e. 


Jreub^ott 

Unt)  Ieibi)ott, 

®et)antent>ott  fein, 

$angen 

Unt)  Bangen 

3n  fcJ^toebenber  $ein; 

$immell^o(j^  jauc^jenb, 

3um  Kobe  betrttbt ; 

mMixif  aQetn 

3ft  bie  ®ee(e,  tie  tiebt. 


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LADY    J.    MANNEBS.    —    BICHABD    GABNETT.     105 

OCEAN  CALM. 

Translated  by  Lady  John  Manners. 


Deepest  calm  reigns  on  the  water, 

Without  movement  rests  the  sea, 
Which  unto  the  troubled  sailor 

Seems  one  smooth  expanse  to  be; 
Not  a  breath  from  any  quarter, 

Fearful,  silent  as  the  grave ; 
In  the  mighty  realm  of  water 

Motionless  is  every  wave. 


CLARCHEN'S  SONG. 

Translated  by  Richard  Oarnett. 


Cheerful, 

And  tearful. 

And  thoughtful  to  be; 

Waiting, 

Debating, 

Irresolutely ; 

Cast  into  darkness, 

Shouting  above, 

O !   happy  alone 

Is  the  heart  with  its  love. 


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106  %  S.  )Hm  OM^- 


3jgettttetfieb. 


3m  ^Icbelflcriefel,  tm  tiefctt  @<j^ec, 
3m  twlbtn  SBdt),  in  bet  SSKntenia^, 
3(i^  ]^»rte  feet  9B5lfc  ^ngetgel^fttl, 
3(i^  ^|5tle  bet  (gttleti  Oefd^i : 

9EBille  teau  to<ttt  toau! 

©iBe  »o  tw)  too! 
aSJito  ^u! 


3(j^  fd^  etnmd  einc  Safe'  am  3<^W 
S)et  Hnne,  bet  ^e^\  il^te  fd^toatje  liek  S(!ife'; 
Da  tamen  be«  9?a^t«  fieben  Se^tn)6lf'  ju  mit, 
SBoten  fieben  SSSeibet  t)om  ®otf. 

SiQe  toau  toau  tt>au! 

SQJitte  »o  »o  too! 
aSSito  ]^tt! 


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Ok.  s,  anstsb.  107 

GIPSEY-SONG. 
Translated  by  Dr.  J.  Anster. 


In  foggy  driszie,  in  deep  snow  white, 

In  the  wild  wood  wide,  in  a  wintemight, 

I  heard  the  hooting  of  the  owls, 

^And-I  Heard  the  wolves  with  their  hupgry  howls. 
Wille  wau  wau  wau, 
Wille  wo  wo  wo, 
Tu-whit  tu-whoo, 
Wille  woo. 

A  cat  came  prowling  down  my  ditch  ^ 

Anne's  own  black  cat,  the  widied  witch ; 

I  lifted  my  gun,   and  I  fired  for  fun, 

And  I  took  good  aim,   and  I  cried  fair  game, 

And  cat  or  witch,  I  can't  say  which. 

She  uttered  a  scream,   and  she  sputtered  a  scritch, 

A  scream  of  fright  —  and  a  scritch  of  spite. 

And  she  cocked  up  her  tail  and  took  to  flight. 

In  the  night  of  that  day,  seven  War-wolves  gray 

Came  eyeing  their  prey, 

Ail  eyeing  me,   —  all  hunger  driven; 
Eyeing  their  prey,  seven  war- wolves  gray, 
Seven  hags  of  the  village  were  the  seven. 
Wille  wau  \vau  wau, 
Wille  wo  wo  wo, 
Tu-whit  tu-whoo, 
Wille  woo. 


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log  3.  1&.  t>im  doet^. 

^df  tannte  fic  aD\  id^  lanntc  fie  tool^l, 
a)ic  atnnc,  Wc  Urfel,  bic  Sotl^*, 
5Dic  8icfe,  W  ^xit,  bic  (Si)',  bk  »etV, 
@ie  l^cttltcn  im  ^reife  mic^  an, 

SSUle  Mu  todn  toatt! 

SaSiUe  too  too  ti3«! 
Bito^tt! 


3)a  nannt'  id^  fic  atte  Bci  Stamen  laat: 
SBa«  toittft  btt,  «mie?  >Da«  toittft  bu,  33et^? 
S)a  ritttelten  ^e  ftd^,  ba  fd^ilttcfteti  fte  f4 
Unb  Itefen  unb  l^euften  baoon. 

WWit  toau  toatt  toau! 

SBiQe  too  too  too! 
SBito  l^u! 


^tgltOlt. 


Actinfl  bu  ba«  Saub,  toe  bie  (Sitroncn  Mfll^n, 
3m  bunteln  Saufc  bic  @olb«^£)rangen  glft^n, 
Sin  fanfter  9Btnb  oom  Wouen  ^immcl  tocl^t, 
!I)ic  m^xtt  fKtt  unb  l^o^  ber  Worker  fte^? 
^entiP  bu  e«  tool^t? 

.   a)a]^iti!  Da^iti 
aWi^d^t*  id^  mit  bit,  o  mein  ©diebter,  jiel^n. 


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Dr.  J.   axstek.  109 

I  knew  them  all  and  each^  I  guess , 
There  was  Anne,  and  Ursula,  and  Bess, 
And  Lizzy  and  Barbara,  Sue,  and  Kate,. 
And  they  circled  me  round,  and  howled  tor  hate. 
Wille  wau  wau  wau, 
Wille  wo  wo  wo, 
Tu-whit  tu-whoo , 
Wille  woo. 

I  named  their  names,  for  my  heart  was  stout, 
What  ails  thee,   Anne?  —  What  is  Bess  about? 
And  they  shook  with  fright,  and  shivered  with  fear,, 
And  seudded  away  with  bowlings  drear« 

Wille  wau  wau  wau, 
Wille  wo  wo  wo,. 
Tu-whit  tu-whoo, 
Wille  woo. 


MIGNON. 

Translated  by  Richard  Garnett. 


Know*st  thou  the  land  where  flowers  the  citron-bloom. 
And  gc^den  orange  glows  in  leafy  gloom? 
A  soft  wind  flutters  from  the  fair  blue  sky, 
Still  stands  the  myrtle  and  the  laurel  high ; 
Know'st  thou  the  land? 

O  there,  O  there, 
.  My  Friend,  my  Love,  might  thou  and  I  repair  1 


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110  3.  ^  «•»  ttoe^. 

^em^  bu  bad  $<iii«?  9uf  @&u(eii  xtSft  fein  iiDad^, 
(Sd  glan}t  bet  ®aa(,  ed  f^^kmnert  bad  @im^, 
Unb  9Rarmor(ttber  fie^it  unb  fel^  mid^  an : 
)2&ad  l^at  mm  bit,  bu  armed  ^nb/get^? 
ftennfi  bu  ed  tool^? 

Dal^fn!  bal^in 
3RMit'  i<if  mit  bit/  o  metn  JBcf^ft^cr,  pe^n. 

tcnnfi  bu  ben  SSetft  unb  feincn  SBolfcnjleg? 
'S)a^  SRaultl^iet  fu^t  im  iRcfccl  femcn  SBeg; 
3n  ^5^tt  tDol^nt  bcr  Drad^en  altc  SJntt; 
(Sd  filhrjt  ber  $eld  iknb  ikitx  Hfxi  bte  9tK^^ 
ftennfl  bu  i^n  tDol^? 

3)al^tn!  3)a]^tn 
Oel^t  unfcr  ©eg!  o  »atcr,  tag  und  jiel^! 


^et  Sanger. 


Br*  Of  braugen  Dor  bem  Jl^or, 
Sad  auf  ber  Srilde  fd^atten? 
8ag  beu  ®efang  bor  unferm  Ol^r 
3fm  ©aale  wieberl^aHen! 
3)er  ftBttij  f»>ra(^*d,  ber  ^ajc  lief; 
®cr  ^abe  !am,  ber  aBnig  rief: 
Sagt  ttiir  l^eretn  ben  KIten! 

©egrilget  feft)  mtr,  eble  ^erm, 
©egrttgt  ti^r,  fd^iJne  2)amen: 


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BieHABD    GANNETT.  Ill 

Know'st  thou  the  kouse?  an  pillars  rests  its  roof, 
The  high  hall  shines,  the  chamber  gieams  aloof^ 
And  marble  statues  stand  and  gaze  on  me,  — 
What  is  it  thfey  have  done,  poor  child,  to  thee? 
Know*st  thou  the  house? 

O  there,  O  there. 
My  Friend,   my  Guide^  might  thou  and  I  repair! 

Know'st  thpu  the  mountain-path,  in  vapours  giey 
Immersed?  the  alow  mule  picks  his  fo^^  way; 
In  caves  abide  the  dragon's  ancient  brood; 
Crashes  the  rock,  and  over  it  the  flood. 
Know'st  thou  the  path? 

O  there,  O  there, 
My  Friend,  my  Father,   let  us  both  repair! 


THE  MINSTREL. 

Translated  by   James  Clarence  Mangan. 


\lr  hat  voice,   what  harp,  are  those  we  hear 

Beyond  the  gate  in  chorus? 
Go,  page!  —  the  lay  delights  our  ear. 

We'll  have  it  sung  before  us  1"^ 
So  speaks  the  king:  the  stripling  flies  — 
He  soon  returns ;  his  master  cries  — 

Bring  in  the  hoary  minstrel!" 

"Hail,  princes  mine!  Hail,  noble  knights! 
All  hail,   enchanting  dames! 


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112  3.  ©.  »en  &et^. 

aMc^  uUSftt  ^hnntd!  @tcm  M  Stem! 
993er  lennet  i^e  9{am€n? 

@<i^iegt,  «ugen,  cucj^;  l^icr  tjt  m^  Beit 
@i^  fiamienb  ju  crgd^. 

3)er  @5ngcr  btflA'  bic  Stugen  ein, 

Unb  f^lug  in  Gotten  Sfinen; 

Die  9titfcr  fcj^autcn  muti^tg  brcin, 

Unb  in  ben  ©cj^oofe  bie  ©d^Bneit. 

S)cr  ^Bntg,  bem  ba^  Sicb  gefiel. 

?teg  il^m,  jum  Soigne  fftr  fein  S^jiet, 
®ne  golbne  ^ctte  bringett. 

3)ie  golbne  Sette  giei  mix  nid^t, 
S)ie  «ette  gieb  ben  9tittcm, 
3Sor  bcren  lii^nem  Jlngcftci^t 
S)er  geittbe  8an3en  fpltttem. 
®ieb  fte  bem  tanjlcr,  ben  bu  l^aft, 
Uttb  lag  il^n  noci^  bie  golbne  Saft 
3u  anbcm  Saflen  tvagen. 

3^  flnge,  toie  bet  SJogel  ftngt, 
S)er  in  ben  .^©eigen  ttwl^net; 
a)a^  8ieb,  bo^  and  bcr  ®eele  bringt, 
3ft  Sol^n,  bet  reki^li^  lol^nct; 
3)o(^  barf  ici^  bitten,  bitt*  td^  ein«: 
Sag  Tttir  ben  bcftcn  SJeci^er  SBcin« 
3n  pnrem  Ooibe  reic^en.. 


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JAMES    CLABEKGE   KANGAK.  IIS 

What  starry  heaven  I  What  blinding  lights !', 

Whose  tongue  may  tell  their  names? 
In  this  bright  hall,  amid  this  blaze, 
Close,  close  mine  eyes  I  Ye  may  not  gaze 
On  such  stupendous  glories  !^^ 

The  Minnesinger  closed  his  eyes; 

He  struck  his  mighty  lyre: 
Then  beauteous  bosoms  heaved  with  sighs, 

And  warriors  felt  on  fire; 
The  king,  enraptured  by  the  strain, 
Commanded  that  a  golden  chain 

Be  given  the  bard  in  guerdon. 

'T^ot  so!  Reserve  thy  chain,  thy  gold, 
For  those  brave  knights  whose  glances. 

Fierce  flashing  through  the  battle  bold. 
Might  shiver  sharpest  lances! 

Bestow  it  on  thy  Treasurer  there  — 

The  golden  burden  let  hin^  bear 
With  other  glittering  burdens. 

^  sing  as  in  the  greenwood  bush 

The  cageless  wild-bird  carols  — 
'Jhe  tones  that  from  the  full  heart  gush 

Themselves  are  gold  and  laurels! 
Yet,  might  I  ask,  then  thus  I  ask. 
Let  one  bright  cup  of  wine  in  flask 

Of  glowing  gold  be  brought  me  !^ 

GoLDSCHmoT,  German  Poetry.  9 


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tl4  3.  2B.  W«  ®cc%, 

(Sr  fe^*  ti^n  att«  et;  trant  ^n  ou^ ; 

2Bo  t)ad  i|i  fteise  ®aUl 
(grgel^f^  eu(i^  tool^t,  fo  benft  an  mid^, 
Unt)  fcanfct  ®ott  fo  tDarm,  al«  id^ 
gih:  bicfen  iltunf  eud^  t>anfc. 


firfftottig. 


ttcr  mtct  fo  f^jSt  burd^  Slad^t  unb  aSSinb? 
(S«  ifl  ber  SSater  mit  feincm  ^nb ; 
Cr  l^at  ben  ^abcn  wol^t  in  bcm  ?lrm, 
6r  fa|t  il^n  jid^er,  er  l^olt  il^n  toarm. 

SiRein  ©ol^n,  tea?  Birgjl  bu  fo  bang  bcin  Oefid^t?  - 
©iel^P,  SSatcr,  bu  ben  Srttonig  nid^t? 
Den  Srienfftnig  mit  Sron'  nnb  ©d^toeif?  — 
SIRein  ®o^n,  c«  ifl  ein  5Rebc{ftreif.  — 

„3)u  Kebe«  ^nb,  lomm,  gel^  mit  mir! 
„®ax  fd^fine  ®pie(e  fpief  id^  mit  bir; 
„SIRan(^'  bnntc  SSlumen  flnb  an  bw  ®tranb, 
„9Reine  SWuttet  l^at  manc^  giifeen  OettHxnb."  — 

SIRein  SSater,  mein  SJoter,  nnb  l^dreft  bu  nid^t,. 
SBa^  SrlenKnig  mir  kifc  t^erf^jrid^t? 
©ei  tttl^ig,  Hei6e  rul^i^  mein  ^nb; 
3n  bftrren  Slattern  fonfelt  ber  SQSinb.  — 


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PETER    GARDNER.  Il5 

They  set  it  down:  he  quaffs  it  all  — 

**0!   draught  of  richest  flavour! 
O !  thrice  divinely  happy  hall, 

Where  that  is  scarce  a  favour! 
If  Heaven  shall  bless  ye,  think  on  me, 
And  thank  your  God  as  I  thank  ye, 

For  this  delicious  wine-cup!" 

THE  ERL-KING. 

Translated  by  Peter  Gardner. 


Wha  rides  sae  late  through  wind  an'  nicht? 

A  faither  it  is  wi'  his  bairn  sae  bricht; 
The  callan'  he  bauds  wi'  claspin'  arm. 

He  grips  bim  sicker,  he  keeps  him  warm. 

*^hy  bide  ye  yer  face,  son,  tentily?" 
'^The  Erl-King,  faither,  div  ye  no  see? 

Erl-King,  wi'  croun  an'  train  sweepin'  far?" 
*Tily  son,  its  just  a  streak  i'  the  baar." 

—  **Tbou  winsome  wean,  come,  gang  wi'  me, 
Siccan  fine  plays  as  I'll  play  wi'  thee; 

Bonny  flow'rs  mony  are  by  the  shore, 

My  mither  o'  go wden- dresses  has  store."  — 

'Tdy  faither,  my  faither,  an*  div  ye  no  bear, 
Hoo  Erl-King  fleecbes  saft  i'  mine  ear?" 

''Be  calm,  keep  calm,  my  bairn  —  its  licht 

Thro'  withered  leaves  whispers  the  wind  o'  nicht." 

8* 


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116  3.  2B.  t)Ott  ®oct^e. 

.^iUft,  feiner  &nait,  bu  mit  mtr  gel^n? 
„5IRctne  iBci^tcr  fottcn  bid^  tDorten  fd^Sn; 
,,!IReme  !£dd^ter  fft^ren  ben  nitd^tiid^en  9{et^, 
„Uttb  toiegcn  unb  tanjcn  unb  fingcn  bid^  cm."  — 

5IRctn  95atcr,  mcin  SJatcr,  unb  fld^fi  bu  nid^t  bort 
erB6nig«  iSd^tcr  am  bftfiem  Drt?  — 
SRetn  ®ol^n,  mein  ®o]^n,  id^  fel^*  e9  genou: 
(S«  fd^cinen  bic  altcn  SJJciben  fo  grau.  — 

„3d^  Ucic  bid^.  mid^  rcijt  beinc  fd^6ne  ©cffolt; 
„Unb  Kjt  bu  ntd^t  tDtttig,  fo  braud^'  id^  ©ctoalt."  - 
5IRctn  SSotcr,  mein  SJater,  jefet  fa§t  er  mid^  an! 
CrHBnig  l^at  mit  ein  ?eib«  getl^an!  — 

Dem  SJatcr  graufet*^,  er  reitet  gefd^t»inb, 
(gr  l^olt  in  ben  Xrmen  ba«  ad^jenbe  ftinb, 
erreid^t  ben  ^of  mit  a»il^'  unb  5Rot^ ; 
3n  feinen  Slnnen  ba«  tinb  war  tobt. 


Der  3Fifc^er. 


5Da«  aSSaffer  raufd^t',  ba«  SQ3affer  fd^tooll, 
(£in  5if<^er  fa§  baran, 
©al^  nac^  bem  Sngel  rul^ajott, 
ix9  an'^  ^rj  l^an. 


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PETER    GABDNER.  117 

—  Tiiy  bonme  boy,  wilt  gang  wi'  me? 

My  doehters  sail  tent  thee  gentily; 
My  doehters  sail  niditly  lead  dances  o'  glee, 

An'  weel  sail  they  cradle  an*  sweet  sing  to  thee.**  — 

Tdy  faither,  my  faither,  an*  see  ye  no  there 
Glint  i*  the  mirk  place  his  doehters  sae  fair?^ 

Tdy  son,  my  son,  I  see  it  fine  — 

Sae  grey  the  auld  saugh-trees  seem  to  shine." 

1  lo*e  thee,  thy  beauty  doth  charm  me  sae^ ' 
That  gin  thou's  no  willin*,  I'll  gar  thee  gae.** 

"^y  faither,  my  faither,  he  grips  me  noo: 
Erl-King  has  wrocht  me  skaith,  I  trow." 

8wift  rides  the  faither,  he  groues  forfairn, 
He  hands  in  his  arms  the  moanin*  bairn, 

He  reaches  his  ha*  in  dolour  an*  pain, 

The  bairn  in  his  arms  was  dead  and  gane ! 


THE  FISHER. 

Translated  by  Theodore  Martin. 


xhe  water  plash'd,  the  water  play'd, 

A  fisher  sat  thereby, 
And  mark*d,  as  to  and  fro  it  sway'd. 

His  float  with  dreamy  eye ; 


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1}^  3.  23.  t)on  (Soet^e. 

Unt)  toie  cr  flfet  unb  tt>U  er  ttuf^t, 
au«  bcm  tctocgten  aSJaffer  rauftl^t 

@ie  fang  ju  tl^,  flc  ffrad^  ju  t^m; 
S35a«  loiffl  tnt  mcmc  Srut 
a»tt  SWenfd^entoife  unb  9Kcnf(3^citUfl 
^tnauf  in  Eobc^glut^  ? 
Kd^  wfigtefl  t)n,  »ie'«  Si^tetn  ifl 
,@o  wol^Iig  auf  bcm  ®runt), 
Dn  fiicgfl  l^cnmter  xpi^  tn  6ifl 
Unt)  wtebcp  erfi  gcfunt). 

Sait  fk^  tie  HAe  ®onnc  nt^t, 
Dcr  aWont)  fid^  ntt^t  im  SWccr? 
fte^rt  meHcnot^aib  t^r  ®cfld^t 
5Rid^t  t)o})»)elt  ^bncx  ^er? 
8o(ft  bid^  bcr  itefc  ^tnimcl  ntd^t, 
1©a«  fm(l^tt>ctll5rtc  SMau? 
Socft  bid^  bein  eigen  Xngeftd^t 
SR^t  l^cr  in  cto'gcn  Zffavi'i 

!Ca«  ffiaffer  raufd^t',  ba«  Staffer  fd^toott, 

9icfet*  il^m  ben  nadftcn  fjng; 

®ein  ^rj  tmtd^d  il^  fo  fel^ttd^oS, 

SBic  ici  bcr  Sicbficn  ®ru§. 

®ic  f^ad^  itt  il^,  fic  fcmg  p  i^m; 

2)a  mor'^  urn  il^n  gefd^el^n : 

^att  jog  flc  il^n,  l^att  fanl  cr  l^in, 

Unb  n^atb  nid^t  md^r  gefe^. 


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^■^ 


And  as  he  sits  and  watches  there, 

He  sees  the  flood  unolose, 
And  from  the  parting  waves  a  fair 

Mermaideh  slowly  tose. 

She  sang  to  him  with  witching  wile, 

Tdy  brood  why  wilt  thou  snare, 
With  human  craft  and  humcm  guile, 

To  die  in  scorehing  air? 
Ah !  didst  thou  know  how  happy  we. 

Who  dwell  in  waters  clear. 
Thou  wouldst  come  down  at  once  to  me, 

And  rest  for  ever  here. 

''The  sun  and  ladye-tooon  they  lave 

Their  tresses  in  the  main, 
And,  breathing  freshness  from  the  wave. 

Come  doubly  bright  again. 
The  deep^blue  sky,  so  moist  and  clear, 

Hath  it  for  thee  no  lure? 
Does  thine  own  fafce  not  woo  thee  down 

Unto  our  waters  pure?** 

The  water  plaeh'd,  the  *ratot  play'd  — 

It  lapp'd  his  naked  ifeet; 
He  thriird  as  thoilgh  h&  fett  the  touch 

Of  maiden  kisses  sweet. 
She  spoke  to  him,  she  sang  to  him  — 

Resistless  wa^  heir  ttthtin  *^ 
Half-drawn,  he  i^ank  beft^ath  the  wave, 

And  ne*er  was  i^tn  agnin. 


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i2e 


9.  IB.  titn  ($Ht}ft, 


^rr  ikottig  in  ^Qufe. 


(I«  »ar  cin  SBnig  in  !5:^ulc, 
@ax  trcu  W«  an  t)a«  @ra6, 
Dcm  ficrbcnb  fcinc  Snl^Ic 
Sincn  golbnen  Scd^et  gab. 

ffi«  gtng  i^m  ntd^t«  barilbcr, 
St  lecrt*  i^n  JcDcn  ©d^man^; 
Die  Slugcn  gingcn  il^m  ittet, 
So  oft  cr  tranf  barau^. 

Unt)  ate  er  fam  jn  jlctfcen, 
3a^tt'  er  feine  ©tabt'  im  Steid^, 
©iSnnt'  aKe«  feinem  Srfcen, 
Den  Sed^er  nic^t  jngtcid^. 

Sr  fa§  beim  tonig^mal^Ie, 
Die  9iittcr  urn  il^n  l^er, 
auf  ^o^em  SSaterfaale, 
Dort  auf  bem  ©d^to§  wxi  9Keer. 

Dort  flant)  bev  olte  3^<^c^r 
Jranf  k^e  Sekn^glut^, 
Unt)  toarf  ben  l^eif  gen  93e(i^r 
§inunter  in  bie  Stotl^- 


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LOKD  FBANCIS    LEVE80N    OOW£B.  121 


THE  KING  m  THULE. 

Translated  by  Lord  Francis  Leveson  Gower. 


There  was  a  King  in  Thule, 
Was  constant  to  the  grave; 

And  she  who  loved  him  truly 
A  goblet  to  him  gave. 

Alike  the  old  man  cherisb'd 
Her  memory  and  the  cup; 

And  oft,  to  her  who  perish'd, 
He  fiird  and  drank  it  up. 

Ere  death  had  closed  his  pleasures, 
The  states  he  summoned  all, 

And  portioned  out  his  treasures, 
The  goblet  not  withal. 

With  all  his  knights  before  him 

He  feasted  royally, 
In  the  hall  of  those  who*  bore  him. 

In  his  castle  by  the  sea. 

With  closing  life's  emotion. 
He  bade  the  goblet  flow  — 

Then  plunged  it  in  the  ocean, 
A  hundred  fathom  low. 


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121  3.  9B.  ^n  ®oct^ 

Sr  fal^  il^tt  fWrjctt,  trinfen 
Uttt)  flttfctt  tief  m'«  5IRecr. 
!Die  Vitgen  tl^Stdn  il^m  flnlett; 
Irani  nie  cinctt  £roj)fen  mcl^r. 


^  Sc^o^graBer. 


3lrm  am  Seutel,  Irani  am  ^xytn, 
©(j^(q>K  i^  mecne  (ongen  %a%t. 
Srmutl^  ifl  t)ie  0r9|(e  $Iage, 
9teid^t^itm  ifl  bad  ^(te  @ttt ! 
Unb,  }u  enben  mehte  (Sd^erjen, 
@ing  id^  dnen  @d^a^  }u  graben. 
SReiite  ®eele  fDl^t  t)]t  ^otoi! 
©d^ridb  id^  1^  ^it  tignem  S(ttt. 

Uttt)  fo  jog  i^  ftteif  ttm  ftttlfc, 
©tcHte  tDunbcrbarc  jjlammcn,    * 
ftrattt  ttnb  ftnoii^ciuottf  jufommcn : 
2)ie  Sefd^tDSmttg  loor  i>offi^a^t. 
Uttb  atf  btc  gelemtc  ISJctfe 
®ru(  ^  n«l^  bem  aiten  ®(!^a|e 
Xuf  bem  ongejeigten  $Ia^: 
©d^tDOT}  tmb  tltrmtfii^  toar  bie  9ia(i^t. 

Unb  id^  fa|  einSi^  ton  toetten, 
Unb  ed  lorn  gleid^  einem  @teme 


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FBOFESBOm    AYTOHK.  I2t 

He  saw  it  fiHing^  dxinkmg, 

And  the  caha  sea  dosing  o'er; 
His  eyes  the  while  were  sinking, 

No  drop  hfi  e'er  drank  more. 


THE  TBEASURE-SEEKEB. 

Translated  by  the  late  Professor  Aytoun. 


Many  weary  days  I  suffcr'd, 

Sick  of  heart  imd  poor  of  purse; 
Riches  are  the  greatest  Uessing  — 

Poverty  Ihe  devest  cur»e! 
Till  at  last  to  dig  a  treasure 

Forth  I  went  into  the  wood  — 
*Tiend!  my  soul  is  thine  for  ever!*' 

And  I  stgn'd  the  scroll  with  blood. 

Then  I  drew  l^e  magic  circles, 

Kindled  "die  mysterious  fire, 
Placed  the  herbs  and  bones  in  order, 

Spoke  the  incantation  dire. 
And  I  sought  l^e  buried  metal 

With  a  spell  of  mickle  might  — 
Sought  it  as  my  master  tai^ht  me; 

Black  and  stormy  was  the  night. 

And  I  saw  a  light  appearing 
In  the  distance,  like  a  star; 


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124  3*  ®.  ^tn  9oet(^e. 

{)inten  cM  ber  femfien  f^etne 
Sben  aM  e«  jtoBlfe  fd^Iug. 
Unb  ba  gait  (ctn  SSortcrchcn. 
{)eller  tootb'd  tmt  einemmale 
^on  bem  ©lanj  ber  toQen  @d^le, 
!Dtc  cm  f(^6ner  ^abe  trug. 

^olbf  Slugen  fal^  t(i^  ilittlcti 
Untcr  bid^tcm  Slttmenfranjc;^ 
3n  be«  ixantt9  ^immcl^glanjc 
2rat  cr  in  ben  ^ei«  l^ercin. 
Unb  er  l^ieg  mid^  freunblid^  trinfen; 
Unb  x(ff  bad^f :  (S9  fann  ber  ^obe 
SDWt  ber  fd^Sncn  lit^tcn  @abe 
ffia^rlid^  nid^t  ber  »8fe  feitt. 

Srinfe  aWutl^  be«  reinen  8eben«! 
Dann  terjiel^jl  bu  bie  Sctd^rung, 
^ommfl,  mit  angfllid^er  99ef(i^tD5nmg, 
yiiift  jurild  an  btefen  Drt. 
©robe  l^ier  nid^t  me^r  »ergcben«. 
Sageg  arbeit!  abenb«  ®aftel 
©aure  SBod^en!  %xo\^t  ^^fle! 
®et  bein  liinftig  B^i^'^^^^^^i^t. 


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PBOFESSOB    ATTOUN.  125 

When  the  midnight  hear  was  tolling, 

Came  it  waxing  from  afar: 
Came  it  flashing,  swift  and  sudden, 

As  if  fiery  wine  it  were, 
Flowing  f^m  an  open  chalice. 

Which  a  beauteous  boy  did  bear. 

And  he  wore  a  lustrous  chaplet. 

And  his  eyes  were  full  of  thought, 
As  he  stepped  into  the  circle 

With  the  radiance  that  he  brought. 
And  he  bade  me  taste  the  goblet; 

And  I  thought  —  '*It  cannot  be, 
That  this  boy  should  be  the  bearer 

Of  the  Demon's  gifts  to  mel'' 

^'Taste  the  draught  of  pure  existence 

Sparkling  in  this  golden  urn, 
And  no  more  with  baleful  magic 

Shalt  thou  hitherward  return. 
Do  not  seek  for  treasures  longer; 

Let  thy  future  spell  words  be, 
Days  of  labour,  nights  of  resting: 

So  shall  peace  return  to  thee  1" 


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MtMi^  uott  5(l)tUer, 

bom  1759,  died  1805. 


„^bxptt  unt  Stintmc  U\\)t  tic  Shrift  Urn  fhimmtn  Gebanftn, 
2)ut4i  bei  3a^((ttnttitc  €trom  tragt  il^n  tai  xtUntt  IBIatt." 


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««ter  flttftritt* 


—  ©crgfna^^cn  trctcn  auf  unb  \pkUn  cincn  Saljcr,  erp 
kttgfam  unbbann  tmmer  gefd^toinber.  2)ererfle3&ger  taiqt 
mtt  bet  tlufko&rtertn;  bte  S^arfetenbertn  mit  bem  ^t* 
f  rut  en;  bad  SHSbd^en  entf))rtn3t,  berSSger  Ij^mter  i\fx  (er/unb 
belommt  ben  ^a^u^iner  ju  faffen,  bet  eben  l^ereintritt. 

ta))n)i.ner. 

J|etfa,  ^iffftxa,  !Z)ut)e(t)umt)et! 

!Z)a9  gel^t  ia  \foii  l^er.  99tn  aviii  taUil 

3fl  Da«  einc  3lrmcc  ton  S^rtflcn? 

®int)  toir  iCftrfen?  ftnb  tcir  anai<H)tiflcn? 

!£rct6t  man  fo  mit  bcm  ©onntag  ®pett, 

Site  ^atte  t)er  oUmSd^tige  ®ott 

S)a«  Sl^iragra,  Bnntc  nid^t  brcin  fd^Jagen? 

3fl*«  ic^t  3"t  J"  ©aufgclagctt, 

3u  Sanfettcn  unb  ^ctcrtagcn? 

Quid  hie  statis  otiosi? 

®a«  flel^t  i^r  unb  Icgt  bic  ^anbe  in  ®(^oo§' 

®ie  ftrieg^furic  tji  an  bcr  ®onau  lo^, 


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^ALLENSTEIN'S  CAMP."    Scene  VHI. 
Translated  by  the  late  James  Churchill. 


{Enter  Miners  and  play  a  Waltz  —  at  first  slowly  and  after" 
wards  quicker,  —  The  first  Yager  dances  with  the  Girl,  the 
SuUer-^woman  with  the  Recruit.  —  The  Girl  springs  away, 
and  the  Yager,  pursuing  her,  seizes  hold  of  a  Capuchin  Friar 
just  entering.) 

CAPUCBXN. 

Hurrah  I   halloo !  tol,  lol,  de  rol,  le ! 
The  fun's  at  its  height  I  Til  not  be  away! 
I«'t  an  army  of  Christians  that  joins  in  such  works? 
Or  are  we  all  turned  Anabaptists  and  Turks? 
Is  the  Sunday  a  day  for  this  sport  in  the  land, 
As  though  the  great  God  had  the  gout  in  his  hand. 
And  thus  couldn't  smite  in  the  midst  of  your  band , 
Say,   is  this  a  time  for  your  revelling  shouts. 
For  your  banquetings,  feasts,  and  your  holiday  bouts? 
Quid  hie  statis  oiiosi?  declare 
Why,  folding  your  arms,  stand  ye  lazily  there? 
While  the  furies  pf  war  on  the  Danube  now  fare, 
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2)a^  Soltoerl  bed  93a^rlant)d  ifi  gefoUen, 

9tcgcndburg  ttcgt  in  bed  geinbed  SraHcn, 

Unb  bie  3lrmee  Itegt  l^ier  in  Sdl^mcn, 

$flegt  ben  ^nd^,  lagt  fici^'d  uenig  gromen, 

ftftttuncrt  fld^  mel^r  urn  ben  ^ug  ate  ben  firieg, 

SEBe^  lieber  ben  ©t^nabet  ate  ben  ©Sbel, 

^t  fld^  Keber  ^emm  mit  ber  Dim\ 

grigt  ben  £)<]^en  Uefcer  ate  ben  Djenflim. 

Die  gl^ripenl^eit  trauert  in  @arf  unb  2lf<i^e, 

Der  ©olbat  fiiOt  ftd^  nnr  bie  Safd^e, 

Cd  ifi  eine  3^it  ber  2^rancn  unb  Sflet^, 

8m  ^immet  geft^cn  3^i^^^  ^^^^  SBunber, 

Unb  and  ben  SBoIfen,  Btutigrot^, 

^angt  ber  ^errgott  ben  Sriegdmantel  'runtcr. 

S)cn  Someten  fttdt  tx,  toie  eine  Siutl^e, 

3)rol^nb  am  ^immeldfenjier  and, 

3)ie  ganje  Sett  ift  ein  ^agcl^and, 

Die  Xrd^e  ber  ^rd^  fd^toimmt  im  State, 

Unb  ba«  riSmifd^e  ^cid^  -^  bo^  ®ott  er&orm! 

®oKte  jiefet  l^eigen  rBmifd^  31  rm;  ' 

4)cr  Sll^cinfltbm  ifi  worben  jn  cinem  ^einftrom, 

Die  ^ISfler  ftnb  andgenommene  Stefter, 

Die  Sidtpmer  ftnb  jjenwanbclt  in  Sft^tl^ftmcr, 

!i)ie  Jlbteien  unb  bie  ©tifter 

©tub  nun  9lau6teien  unb  Diebedfliiftcr, 

Unb  aHe  bie  gefegneten  beutfd^en  Sanber 

©inb  berfe^rt  toorben  in  Stenber  — 

Solder  (ommt  bad?  bad  U)iK  id^  eud^  i^erftoben: 

Dad  fd^reibt  1^  ^er  t>ott  eucm  Saflern  unb  ©ftnbeit, 

SJoti  bem  ©r&ttel  unb  $eibentebcn, 


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JAMBS    CHUBCHILL.  131 

And  Bavaria's  bulwark  is  lying  feill  Ipw, 
And  Ratisbon's  f&tt  in  tiie  clutch  of  the  foe. 
Yet,  the  army  lies  here  m  Bohemia  still, 
And  caring  for  nought,  so  their  paunches  they  fill! 
Bottles  far  rather  than  battle  you'll  get, 
And  your  bills  than  your  broadswords  mose  n^^ily  wet; 
With  the  wenches,  I  ween,  is  your  dearest  concent; 
And  you'd  rather  roast  oxen  than  Oxenstiem.. 
In  sackcloth  and  ashes  while  Christendom's  grieving, 
No  thought  has  the  soldier  his  guzzle  of  leaving. 
Tis  a  time  of  misery,  groans  and  tears ! 
Portentous  the  face  of  the  heavens  appears! 
And  forth  from  the  clouds  behold  blood-red, 
The  Lord's  war-mantle  is  downward  spread  — 
While  the  comet  is  thrust  as  a  threatening  rod, 
From  the  window  of  Heaven  by  the  hand   of  God. 
The  world  is  but  one  vast  house  of  woe, 
The  ark  of  the  church  stems  a  bloody  flow, 
The  holy  Empire  —  God  help  the  same ! 
Has  wretchedly  sunk  to  a  hollow  name. 
The  Rhine's  gay  stream  has  a  gory  gleam, 
The  cloister's  nests  are  now  robbed  by  roysters, 
The  church-lands  now  are  changed  to   lurdi-lands; 
Abbacies,  and  all  other  holy  foundations 
Now  are  but  Robber-sees  —  rogues'  habitatfons. 
And  thus  is  each  once-blest  German  state 
Deep  sunk  in  the  doom  of  the  desolate  I 
Whence  comes  all  this?    O  that  will  I  tell  — 
It  comes  of  your  doings,  of  sin,  and  of  hell; 
Of  the  horrible,  heathenish  lives  ye  lead, 

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3)cm  fld^  Dfflcicr'  unt  ©olbaten  ergckn. 
3)cnn  bic  ©Onb*  ift  ber  SWajnetenfiein, 
3)cr  ba^  ©fen  jid^  in^  Sant)  l^ctcin. 
Stttf  bod  Unrec^t,  ba  foCgt  bad  Uebel, 
SEBic  bte  2]^rStf  auf  ben  l^crben  3®ic^^' 
$imer  bem  U  fommt  g(ei^  bad  SBel^/ 
S)a«'  iji  bte  Dtbnung  im  a  »  S. 

Ubi  erit  yictoriae  spes, 
Si  offenditur  Deus?  SBte  foQ  man  flegen, 
SEBcnn  man  bte  ^rebigt  fd^toSnjt  unb  bte  aWeg, 
9?i(j^t«  tl^ut,  ate  in  ben  SSJeinl^anfem  Uegcn*^ 
2)te  t^au  in  bem  (SDangelium 
ganb  ben  uerlomen  Otofd^en  »ieber, 
3)er  ®aul  fetned  Saterd  Sfcl  »ieber, 
®er  3ofej)]^  feine  faukm  Sriiber; 
a6er  »er  bet  ben  ©olbaten  fuci^tj 
3)ie  gurd^t  Ootted  unb  bie  gute  S^ift 
Unb  bte  ©d^am,  bet  tt)irb  nid^t  mel  pnben,  • 
D^St*  er  aud^  ^nbert  Satemen  anjilnben. 
3tt  bem  ^rebiger  in  bet  SSBiiften, 
SBte  t»tr  lefen  im  CfeangeKjten, 
^amen  aud^  bie  ©olbaten  gekufen, 
Sl^aten  Suge  unb  Uegen  fid^  taufen, 
tjragten  il^n:  Quid  faciemus  nos? 
S33ie  madden  tt)ir*d,  bag  tcir  fommen  in  ^[tral^amd  ©d^oog? 

Et  ait  illis,  unb  er  fagt: 
Neminem  concutiatis, 
SBenn  il^r  niemanben  fd^inbet  unb  pladt. 
Neque  calumniam  faciatis^ 
9liemanb  uerlaftert,  auf  niemanb  (iigt. 


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133 


Soldiers  and  officers  all  of  a  breed. 

For  sin  is  the  magnet,  on  every  lutnd, 

That  draws  your  steel  throughout  the  land ! 

As  the  onion  causes  the  tear  to  flow, 

So  Vice  must  ever  be  followed  by  Woe  — 

The  W  duly  succeeds  the  V, 

This  is  the  order  of  A,  B,  C. 

Uhi  erit  viotoriae  spe$, 
Si  offenditur  Deus  ?   which  says, 
How,  pray  ye,  shall  victory  e'er  come  to  pass, 
If  thus  you  play  truant  from  sermon  and  mass, 
And  do  nothing  but  lazily  loll  o'er  the  glass? 
The  woman,  we're  told  in  the  Testament, 
Found  the  penny,  in  search  whereof  she  went. 
Saul  met  with  his  father's  asses  again. 
And  Joseph  his  precious  fraternal  train. 
But  he  who  'mong  soldiers  shall  hope  to  see 
God's  fear*,   or  shame,  or  discipline  —  he 
Fr6m  his  toil,  beyond  doubt,    will  baffled  return, 
Tho'  a  hundred  lamps  in  the  search  he  burn. 
To  the  wilderness  preacher,  th'Evangelist  says, 
The  soldiers,  too,  throng'd  to  repent  of  their  ways, 
And  had  themselves  christen'd  in  former  days. 
Quid  factetnut  nos  ?  they  said : 
Tow'rd  Abraham's  bosom  What  path  must  we  tread  ? 

Et  ait  Hits,   and,   said  he, 
Neminem  concuimtts; 

From  bother  and  wrongs  leave  your  neighbours  free. 
Neque  calumniam  faciatis ; 
And  deal  not  in  slander  nor  lies,  d'ye  see? 


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1S4  %'  W«  ®*itt«t:, 

Contenti  estote,  mif  6egr%t, 
Stipendiis  veetris,  mi  enter  S^ttg 
Unb  txrflttii^  ietie  66fc  Jbigctoa^imig. 
e«  tji  ein  Oebrt:  3>tt  fottp  ben  Slauwn 
S)cmc«  ^errgottt  m<i^  ciki  ait^hrawcit! 
Unb  mo  l^^rt  man  xa^x  ih^^mu, 
«I«^^tct  in  ben  grieblStti)ifci^n  firtcg^ciuartieTPcn? 
aaJenn  man  fiir  jeben  DoKuer  unb  S9tt^, 
©en  tl^r  (o^6rcnnt  mit  curer  3tt««^*fr^*'' 
!iDte  @itdm  mii^i  i&vAtn  im  Sanb  nva^, 
&  toir*  balb  bin  9Re^r  ^ii  finben  mel^t. 
Unb  wnn  eu(^  fftr  iebe^  U^  ®e6et, 
2)ad  au^  ettxem  ungeiDofd^tieti  SRimbe  g^t, 
(Sin  ^rkin  andgin^  and  enrem  ®d^, 
Uefeer  9?a(j^t  toftr*  er  gcfd^ten  glatt, 
Utib  to&r'  er  fo  bU  mie  X6fal^'«  B^f. 
^er  dofua  nnir  bod^  anii^  ein  @olbat, 
£9nig  S)amb  erfd^lug  ben  ©oliotl^, 
Unb  too  ftel^t  bcnn  gefii^iebctt  jn  (efen, 
2)a|  fie  fot^e  %lv^M\ikx  ^nb  getoefen? 
9Ru§  man  ben  SBtonb  be^,  id^  foUte  meinen, 
yHi^  toeiter  aufmod^en  }u  einem  ^elf  ®ott! 
%(d  }u  einem  ^euj#(Sa(fer(ot ! 
Jttcr  toeffen  ba«  ®cf^  ift  gefilOt, 
X^abon  ed  f^mbelt  unb  ^l&erquillt. 

aaSieber  ein  ®ebot  ift :  3)u  foHjl  nid^t  flel^eti. 
3a,  bad  kfolgt  il^r  nad^  bem  2Bort, 
S)enn  il^r  trogt  ailed  off  en  fort. 
SJor  curen  Slauen  unb  ©eierdgriffen, 
SSor  euren  ^raftilen  unb  66fen  finiffen 


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JA1CE&   CHTJBCHItli.  19S 

Contmti  esM$  -r-  eontsnt  ye,  pray, 
SUpmdiis  veairis  —  with  yoar  p^  — 
And  curse  for  emr  eadi  evil  way. 

There  is  a  oommaHcl  —  thou  ahalt  not  utter 
The  name  of  the  Lovd  thy  God,  in  vain; 
Bat  where  is  it  men  moat  blaaphemiea  mutter? 
Why  here,    in  Duke  Fri^dland'a  headquattera ,    'tis 

plain. 
If  for  every  thundier!  - —  and  every  Uast! 
Which  blazing  ye  from  your  tongue  points  cast, 
The  bells  were  but  ruug,  in  the  country  round, 
Not,  a  bellman,  I  ween,  would  there  soon  be  found; 
And  if  for  each  and  ev*ry  unholy  prayer 
Which  to  vent  from  your  jabbering,  jaws  you  dare. 
From  your  noddles  were  plup^'d  but  the  smallest  hair, 
Ev'iy  crop  would  be  smoothed  e'er  the  sun  went  down. 
Tho*  at  mom  'twere  bushy  as  Absalom's  crown. 
Now  Joshua,  methinks,  was  a  soldier  as  well  — 
By  the  arm  of  King  David  the  Philistine  fell ; 
But  where  do  we  find  it  written,  I  pray. 
That  Ihey  ever  blasphemed  in  this  viUanous  way? 
Olie  would  think  ye  need  stretch  your  jaws  no  more, 

To  cry,  **Ood  help  us  !'*  than  '^zounds  !**  to  »oar. 

But,  by  the  liquor  that's  pour'd  in  the  cask,  we  know 

With  what  it  will  bubble  and  overflow. 

Again,  it  is  written,  thou  thalt  not  «teal, 

And  this  you  follow,  i'  fahh,  to  the  letter, 

For  open-faced  robbery  stii^  ye  better. 

The  gripe  of  your  vulture-:claws  you  fix 

On  all  — —  and  your  wiles  and  rascally  tricks 


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dp  bad  @e(t)  nt^t  gefiorgen  in  ber  Zvui^, 
3)a9  £a(b  tiul^  fU^er  in  ber  Jtsl^, 
3l^t  nel^mt  bad  (Si  nnb  bad  ^nl^n  bi^u. 
Sad  fagt  ber  ^rebiger?  Content!  estote, 
Segnilgt  eucj^  mit  enrent  6ommi6bri>te. 
5ttcr  t»ie  foil  man  bie  ^ncd^te  toben, 
Stmmt  bod^  bad  Stergernig  Don  o6en! 
SBic  bie  Olieber,  fo  au<i^  bad  $aupt! 
SBeig  bod^  niemonb,  an  toen  ber  g(au6t! 

Srficr  35ger. 

^err  ^faff!  und  ©olbaten  mag  Sr  fd^impfen, 
35ett  fjelb^erm  foH  (Sr  nnd  nid^t  tjerungUnq^fen. 

Ne  custodias  gregem  meam  1 
^^  iji  fo  ein  Sl^ab  nnb  Scrobeam, 
Der  bie  SSoIfer  t>on  ber  toal^ren  Sel^ren 
3u  falfd^en  ®o^en  t^nt  t>erfe^ren. 

Srom^etcr  nnb  9lc!rnt. 
8a^  Sr  und  bad  nid^t  jtoeimal  l^iJren! 

$a)}n}tner. 

@o  ein  93ramarbad  nnb  ©fenfrcffcr, 

SBitt  einnel^men  atte  fejicn  ©c^Ioffer. 

Siiil^mte  flc^  mit  feinem  gottCofen  SWnnb, 

gr  milffe  ^fcen  bie  Stabt  ®tralfnnb, 

Unb  i»5r'  fie.  mit  ^etten  an  ben  ^immel  gefd^loffen. 


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JAMES    CHUBCHIIX. 


137 


Make  the  gold  unhid  in  our  coffers  now, 

And  the  calf  unsafe  while  yet  in  the  cow  — 

Ye  take  both  the  egg  and  the  hen,  I  vow. 

Contenti  estate  —  the  preacher  said; 

Which  means  —  be  content  with  your  army- bread. 

But  how  should  the  slaves   hot  from  duty   swerve? 

The  mischief  begins  with  the  lord  they  serve. 

Just  like  the  members  so  is  the  head. 

1  should  like  to  know  who  can  tell  me  hts  creed. 

riBST   TAGEB. 

Sir  Priest,    'gainst  ourselves  rail  on  as  you  will  — 
Of  the  General  we  warn  you  to  breathe  no  ill. 

CAPUCHIN. 

Ne  custodt'as  gregem  meam! 

An  Ahab  is  he  and  a  Jeraboam, 

Who  the  people  from  faith's  unerring  way, 

To  the  worship  of  idols  would  turn  astray. 

TRUMPETER    and    RECRUIT. 

Let  us  not  hear  that  again,  we  pray. 

CAPUCHIN. 

Such  a  Bramarbas,  whose  iron  tooth 

Would  seize  all  the  strongholds  of  earth,  forsooth  !  — 

Did  he  not  boast,  with  ungodly  tongue, 

That  Stralsund  must  needs   to  his   grasp  be  wrung, 

Though  to  heavep  itself  with  a  chain  'twere  strung? 


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®o  cin  Scl^u  unt)  $olofem, 
SScricugnct,  tt)ic  ^etru^,  fcinen  SKeiflcr  utib  ^erru, 
Drum  fann  cr  ben  $al^it  nid^t  l^Btcn  Ml^ti  — 

8«ibe3&0er. 
^faffc!  Scftt  tfl'«  urn  btd^  gcft^^tt! 
^a^tt^iner. 
©0  cm  Ir^itx  ffuifi  ^crct>c«  — 
Xrom^etet  unb  betbe  SSger  (auf  i^n  einbrmgeRb) 
©d^toctg  fiiHe!  Du  bi^  bc«  lobc^! 

Create n  ((egcQ  fldft  bran). 
»Iei6  ta,  ^fSfflcin,  fftr^*  bid^  nit, 
®ag'  bein  ®)yrfi(i^l  imt)  tl^r^  tM  mit. 

*a^ujincr  (fd^rdt  (auter). 
So  cin  l^od^mfitl^igcr  SRdbucabnejcr, 
®o  cin  @ftnt)cnt>atcr  unb  muffigcr  ^c^, 
?5gt  flcj^  ncnncn  ben  SBallcnPcin; 
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Unb  fo  lang  bcr  Saifcr  bicfen  ^Wcbdanb 
?5§t  »a(tcn,  fo  toirb  nic^t  ^cb*  tm  8anb. 

((St  (at  na(^  unb  na6^  Ui  ben  le^ten  Sorten,   bie  er  mit 

er(ol6ner  ®timme  \pxi6ft,  feinen  9lil(f}ug  genommen,  inbem  bie 

Stt9atm  bie  iiM^tn  ^olbAten  i»on  i^m  albioe^ren.) 


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JAMK8    CHUBCHII.L.  139 

WQl  none  put  a  stop  to  hia  sUncJcrwis  bawl? 

CAPirCHIN. 

A  wizard  lie  is !   —  and  a  sorcerer  Saul !   — 
Holofemes  1  —  a  Jeku !   —  denying  we  know, 
Like  St.  Peter,  his  Master  and  Lord  below; 
And  henee  must  be  quail  when  the  cock  doth  crow  — 

BOTH   YAGEBS. 

Now,  parson,  prepare ;  for  thy  doom  is  nigh. 

CAPUCHIN. 

A  fox  more  cunning  than  Herod,  I  trow  •— 
TSUMP£T£B  and  both  yagebs  (pressing   against  him] , 
Silence,   again,   '-—  if  thou  wouldst  not  die! 

CBOATS   {interfering) . 
Stick  to   it,  father;  well  shield  you,  ne'er  fear, 
The  close  of  your  preachment  now  let*s  hear. 

CAPUCHIN  (still  loud«t). 
A  Nebuchadnezzar,  in  towering  pride! 
And  a  vile  and  heretic  sinner  beside! 
He  calls  himself  rightly  the  stone  of  a  wall ; 
For,  faith!  he's  a  stumbling*stone  to  us  all. 
And  ne'er  can  the  Emperor  have  peace  indeed. 
Till  of  Friedland  himself  the  land  is  freed. 

[During  the  last  passage,  which  he  pronounces  in  an  elevated 

voice,   he  has  been  gradually  retreating,  the  Croats  keeping 

the  other  soldiers  off.] 


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2)cr  StSbtc  2]^orc  gcl^cn  auf  Don  fcttft, 
Slid^t  bic  ^etarbc  fcrauci^t  flc  mel^r  ju  fprcngcn; 
»on  aRenfd^n  fmb  bic  mSit  ring*  crfaUt, 
»cn  fricbUd^cn,  bie  in  bic  Silftc  grllgcn,  — 
§cU  Kingt  t>on  aUcn  !^ttmtcn  ba«  ©clSut, 
I)c«  blut'gcn  5:agc«  frolic  SScfjJcr  fd^Iagcnb. 
2lu^  S>6rfcrn  unb  au«  ©tobtcn  toimmclnb  flrBmt 
gin  jaucj^jcnb  SSoIf,  mit  licbcnb  cmfigcr 
3ubring(id^(cit  bc«  $ccrc«  iJovtjug  ^inbcrnb  — 
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35cm  l^cimgcfel^ttcn  @o^n  bcr  @rci«  bic  $5nbc. 
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Unb  fcj^am^ft  tritt  ate  ^ungfrau  il^m  cntgcgcn, 
Die  cr  cinji  an  ber  Slmmc  Sruft  t>crUc§. 
£)!  ilMiiii,  tocnn  bann  aucj^  fid^  cine  ^ikx, 
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THOMAS    CABLTLE.  141 

"THE  PICCOLOMINI."  Act  I,  Scene  IV. 
Translated  by  Thomas  Carlyle. 

MAX    PICCOLOMINI. 

0  blessed  bright  day,  when  at  last  the  soldier 
Shall  turn  back  to  life,  and  be  again  a  man ; 
Through  th'  merry  lines  the  colours  are  unfurl' d, 
And  homewards  beats  the  thrilling  soft  peacemarch ; 
All  hats  and  helmets  deck'd  with  leafy  sprays, 
The  last  spoil  of  the  fields  !    The  city's  gates 
Fly  up ;    now  needs  not  the  petard   to  burst  them : 
The  walls  are  crowded  with  rejoicing  people ; 
Their  shouts  ring  through  the  air ;  from  every  tower 
Blithe  bells  are  pealing  forth  the  merry  vesper 
Of  that  bloody  day.    From  town  and  hamlet 
Flow  the  jocund  thousands;   with  their  hearty 
Kind  impetuosity  our  march  impeding. 
The  old  man,  weeping  that  he  sees  this  day, 
Embraces  his  long-lost  son:  a  stranger 
He  revisits  his  old  home;   with  spreading  boughs 
The  tree  o'ershadows  him  at  his  return. 
Which  waver'd  as  a  twig  when  he  departed; 
And,  modest  blushing,  comes  a  maid  to  meet  him, 
Whom  on  her  nurse's  breast  he  left.    O  happy  1 
For  whom -some  kindly  door  like  this,  for  whom 
Soft  arms  to  clasp  him  shall  be  open'd ! 


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141  g.  »on  edfiikt. 

7in»:  ^Saffenpieins  Sob." 


ffiaUcnfttin,  mit  fid^  fcfbfl  rcbcnb. 

SWd^t  mc](fr  jurllc!,  toie  mir*«  belicbt?  3d^  milgtc 
Z)ie  2]^t  t}olI6rtQgen,  toeil  id^  fte  gebad^t, 
9lk^t  t)ic  SScrfud^ung  Don  mir  toie«  —  ba^  ^crj 
@en(i^  mit  btefem  Xxaum,  ouf  ungetDtffe 
(grfMIung  l^in  bie  SKittel  mir  9cfj)art, 
S)ic  SEegc  Mog  mir  offcn  ^ab*  gc^ltcn?  — 
Scim  grogen  ©ott  t)c8  J^immetel  S^  »ar  nid^t 
SJlein  ffirnji,  befd^Ioffne  ©ad^e  tear  e«  nic: 
3n  bcm  Oebanfcn  blo§  gcfieC  id^  mir; 
Die  grcil^cit  rcijtc  mi<^  unb  ba^  SermBgcn. 
ffiar*«  Unred^t,  on  bem  ©aufettilbe  mid^ 
Dcr  foniglid^en  ^offnamg  ju  ergiJigcn? 
Slicb  in  ber  Sruft  mir  nid^t  ber  SBifle  frd, 
Unb  fol^  id^  nid^t  ben  guten  SBeg  jur  ©cite, 
Dcr  mir  bie  JRlidtfe^r  offcn  ftct«  betoa^rtc? 
^ol^in  benn  fel^*  id^  plofeUd^  mid^  gefiiJ^tt? 
Sol^nlo^  licgt'«  Winter  mir,  unb  cine  2Kaucr 
Xttd  meinen  cignen  SBerfen  baut  fid^  auf, 
Die  mir  bic  Umfel^r  tl^itrmcnb  ^enrait! 
((gr  Bleih  ticffmnig  fle^n.) 


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8.    T.    COLEBIDGE.  143 

THE  DEATH  OP  WALI^NSTEIN. 

Act  I.  Scene  IV. 
Ttranslajted  by  S,  T.  Coleridge. 

WAIXEKSTEXN    (itl   SOUloquy). 

Is  it  possible? 
IsH  so?   I  can  no  loBgBi  what  I  would? 
No  longer  draw  back  at  my  liking?  I 
Must  do  the  deed,  because  I  thought  of  it, 
And  fed  this  heart  here  with  a  dream?  Because 
I  did  not  scowl  temptation  from  my  presence, 
Dallied  with  ttioughts  of  possible  fulfilment, 
Commenced  no  movement,  left  all  time  uncertain, 
And  only  kept  the  road,  the  access  open? 
By  the  great  God  of  Heaven!    It  was  not 
My  serious  meaning,  it  was  ne'er  resolve. 
I  but  amua'd  rayftelf  with  thinking  of  it. 
The  free-will  tempted  me,   the  power  to  do 
Or  not  to  do  it.   —  Was  it  criminal 
To  make  the  fancy  minister  to  hope. 
To  fill  the  air  with  pretty  toys  of  air. 
And  clutch  fantastic  sceptres  moving  fward  me? 
Was  not  the  will  kept  free?   Beheld  I  not 
The  road  of  duty  close  beside  me  —  but 
One  little  step,  and  once  more  I  was  in  it? 
Where  am  I?  Whither  have  I  been  transported? 
No  road,  no  track  behind  me,  but  a  wall 
Impenetrable,  insurmountable, 
Rises  obedient  to  the  spells  I  mutter'd 
And  meant  not  —  my  own  doings  tower  behind  me. 
(FoMseB  and  remaim  m  deep  thought,) 


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144  S-  ^on  ^^'i^x, 

©traffcar /erfd^tt'  ii),  mit)  id^  fann  We  ©d^itD), 
Sic  idf'^  jjerfud^en  mag,  nuj^t  Don  mir  toSljen; 
©cun  mi<i^  tpctfiagt  bcr  IDoppclftnn  bed  8ebctt«, 
Unb  —  felbji  t>cr  frommcn  OueUe  reinc  Zi)at 
SBirt)  ter  SJctbad^t,  fd^Ummbeutcnt),  mit  Dergiften. 
SBar  id^,  tooplr  id^  gclte,  bet  SJcrrSt^er, 
3d^  ^tte  mir  ben  gittcn  ©d^in  gcffort, 
S)te  ^Me  ^tt'  id^  bid^t  urn  mid^  gejogen, 
Dem  Unmutl^  ©tiratnc  nie  gelie^n.     ®cr  Unfd^uft), 
©e^  um?crfill^rten  3BiIIen«  mir  bett>u§t, 
®a6  id^  ber  Jaune  9iaum,  bcr  Seibenfd^aft  — 
fill^n  tear  ba«  9Bort,  »eiC  e«  bie  Zl^at  nid^t  »ar. 
3e^t  toerben  fie,  tDa«  j)lanIo«  ift  gefd^el^ti, 
SEeitfci^enb,  j)lanbott  mir  jufammen!ni^)fcit, 
Unb  t»a«  ber  3*>^»  ^^'^  ^<»^  ^^^  fr«>^  3Rut^ 
SWid^  fj)red^en  tteg  im  Ueberflug  be^  ^rjen«, 
3u  fttnjilid^em  ®ett)ebe  mir  t>ereinen 
Unb  cine  ^(age  furd^tbar  brau^  bereiten, 
!^dgcgcn  id^  t>cr{lummcn  vm^.    ®o  l^oB'  ic^ 
9Rit  cigncm  9tcfe  »crbcrMid^  mid^  umjlridft, 
Unb  nur  ©etoolttl^at  (ann  c«  reigenb  Ififcn. 


(SBicbernm  jlitt  jle^enb.) 


SBie  anber^!  ba  be«  9Jiutl^e«  frcicr  Srieb 
3ur  Wl^ncn  Z^at  mid^  jog,  bie  raul^  gcbictcnb 
2)ic  9?otl^  ie|t,  bie  Srl^altung  »on  mir  l^cif^t. 
Srnft  ift  bjr  Slnblidf  ber  9totl^t»enbigfeit. 


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8.    T.    COLEKIDGE.  145 

A  punishable  man  I  seem;  the  guilt, 

Try  what  I  will,  I  cannot  roll  off  from  me: 

The  equivocal  demeanour  of  my  life 

Bears  witness  on  my  prosecutor's  party; 

And  even  my  purest  acts  from  purest  motives 

Suspicion  poisons  with  malicious  gloss. 

Were  I  that  thing  for  which  I  pass,  that  traitor, 

A  goodly  outside  I  had  sure  reserved, 

Had  drawn  the  coverings  thick  and  double  round  me, 

Been  calm  and  chary  of  my  utterance; 

But  being  conscious  of  the  innocence 

Of  my  intent,  my  uncorrupted  will, 

I  gave  way  to  my  humours,  to  my  passion: 

Bold  were  my  words,  because  my  deeds  were  not. 

Now  every  planless  measure,  chance  event, 

The  threat  of  rage,  the  vaunt  and  joy  and  triumph, 

And  all  the  May-games  of  a  heart  overflowing. 

Will  they  connect,  and  weave  them  all  together 

Into  one  web  of  treason ;   all  will  be  plain. 

My  eye  ne'er  absent  from  the  far-off  mark. 

Step  tracing  step,   each  step  a  politic  progress; 

And  out  of  all  they'll  fabricate  a  charge 

So  specious,  that  I  must  myself  stand  dumb. 

I  am  caught  in  my  own  net,  and  only  force. 

Naught  but  a  sudden  rent  can  liberate  me. 

[Pauses  again.) 
How  else !   since  that  the  heart's  unbias'd  instinct 
Impell'd  me  to  the  daring  deed  which  now 
Necessity,   self-preservation,  orders. 
Stem  is  the  on-look  of  necessity. 

60LDSCHMIOT,  German  Poetry.  10 


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146  S-  »o«  ^^ititx. 

Sfliift  of)M  ©d^auber  greift  te«  aRenfi^n  $Attt) 
3n  t)e«  ®cf(i^i(f«  ge^eimnigiJoUe  Urne. 
3tt  mctncr  SJruft  tear  mctne  S^^at  nod^  mein; 
@tnma(  entlaffen  an9  t)em  ftd^nt  SESinlet 
S)c«  $erjcn«, ,  tl^rem  miltterlt^en  Soben, 
^inau^flegcben  in  beS  8ekn«  grembc, 
®c^^rt  fie  jencn  til(t'f(i^cn  SWad^tcn  an, 
S)tc  fetne«  2Wenf(i^en  Ihtnft  i^ertranltd^  mad^t, 

{(gr  mad^t  l^cftigc  @c]^rittc  bur(3^«  3iwmcr,    bann    bleifct  er 

miebcr  finncnb  fte^jcn.) 
Unb  ti)a«  ijl  betn  Seginnen?  §aji  bn  bir'« 
and^  rcbI4  fettji  kfannt?  ®n  wiHft  bie  SUiad^t, 
!Dk  rul^tg,  jtd^er  tl^ronenbe  erfc^uttern, 
Die  in  i^erid^rt  gel^eiUgtem  Sefi(j, 
3n  ber  ©etool^nl^eit  feftgegriinbet  rul^t, 
3)ic  an  ber  SSoIfer  frommem  tinberglanfcen 
2)?it  taufenb  ja^en  aSSurjeln  fid^  fcefeftigt. 
3)a8  n)irb  ^fein  tann>f  ber  traft  fein  mit  ber  traft, 
Den  fiird^t'  id?  nid^t.     5DKt  jebem  ©egner  toag'  id^'g, 
Den  id^  !ann  fel^en  unb  in«  3luge  faffen, 
Der,  fcttji  t>oVi  SWutl^,  aud^  mix  ben  9Kut]^  entflammt. 
(gin  unfid^rtarer  geinb  ift'^,  ben  id^  fiird^te, 
Der  in  ber  SWenfd^en  Sruft  mir  toiberfte^t, 
Durd^  feige  gurd^t  aKein  mir  filrd^terlld^  —      . 
5Rid^t,  ti)a«  lefcenbig,  frafttjoU  fid^  t>er!ilnbigt, 
3ft  bad  gefdl^rlid^  gurd^rtare.     Da«  ganj 
©emeine  ifi'«,  ba«  etoig  ©eftrtge, 
^a^  immer  tear  unb  immer  toieberfel^rt 
Unb  morgen  gilt,  todV^  l^eute  ^at  gegolten! 
Denn  an^  ©emeinem  ift  ber  SWenfd^  gemad^t, 


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S.    T.    COLERIDGE.  147 

Not  without  shudder  may  a  human  hand 
Grasp  the  mysterious  urn  of  destiny. 
My  deed  was  mine,  remaining  in  my  bosom. 
Once  suffer'd  to  escape  from  its  safe  corner 
Within  the  heart,  its  nursery  and  birth-place, 
Sent  forth  into  the  foreign,  it  belongs 
For  ever  to  those  sly  malicious  powers 
Whom  never  heart  of  man  conciliated. 

(Paces  in  agitation  through  the  chamber ,  then  pauses ,   and, 
after  the  patise,  breaks  out  again  into  audible  soliloquy.) 

What  is  thy  enterprise?  thy  aim?  thy  object? 

Hast  honestly  confess'd  it  to  thyself? 

Power  seated  on  a  quiet  throne  thou'dst  shake, 

Power  on  an  ancient  consecrated  throne. 

Strong  in  possession,  founded  in  old  custom ; 

Power  by  a  thousand  tough  and  stringy  roots 

Fix'd  to  the  people's  pious  nursery-faith. 

This,  this  will  be  no  strife  of  strength  with  strength; 

That  I  fear'd  not.    I  brave  each  combatant. 

Whom  I  can  look  on,  fixing  eye  to  eye, 

Who,  full  himself  of  courage,  kindles  courage 

In  me  too.    *Tis  a  foe  invisible 

The  which  I  fear  —  a  fearful  enemy, 

Which  in  tlie  human  heart  opposes  me. 

By  its  coward  fear  alone  made  fearful  to  me. 

Not  that,   which  full  of  life,   instinct  with  pow'r, 

Makes  known  its  present  being;   that  is  not 

The  true,  the  perilously  formidable. 

0  no!   it  is  the  common,  the  quite  common, 

The  thing  of  an  eternal  yesterday, 

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148  8-  ^on  (B^iM. 

Unt)  tie  ©etDol^nl^it  nennt  er  fctnc  aimmc. 
S55e^  bent,  bcr  an  ben  twilrbtg  altcn  $au«ratl^ 
3]^m  rii^rt,  ba«  tl^eure  Srbftiitf  fetner  S^ncn! 
a)a«  3a^r  ilbt  etne  ^eiltgenbe  traft; 
Sa«  grau  t)or  2lltcr  ifl,  t)a«  ifl  t^m  ^ottix6). 
®et  hn  Sefl^e,  unb  bu  two^nft  im  9tcd^t, 
Unb  l^etUg  totrb'g  bie  SKenge  bit  bewal^rcn. 

(3u  bcm  $agcn,  bcr  l^ercintritt.) 
2)er  f(i^tDeb'f(i^e  Dberji?  3ft  er'«?  9iun,  er  !omme. 

($age  gc^t:  SSaUenftcin  l^at  ben  55Il(f  nad^bcnfenb 
auf  bic  X^jilr  ge^cftct.) 

9?od^  ift  jte  rein  —  nod^!  ba«  S3erbred^en  lam 
9?td^t  ttbcr  blefe  ©d^ette  nod^  —  ®o  fd^mat  tjl 
3)ie  ®renje,  bie  jwei  Seben^pfabe  fd^eibet! 


2ltt0:  „2Sa(rett(l[ettt'i5  Sob." 

$)titter  ^ttfjug,  brei§e$nter  3lttftritt» 


(SBallcnflcin  im  §armfd^.) 

l)u  l^ajl'8  erretd^t,  Dctat)io!  —  gaji  bin  id^ 

•3e|t  fo  i?er(affen  toieber,  a(«  td^  einji 

SSom  9tegen«bnrger  i^ilrjtentagc  ging. 

®a  l^att'  x(t)  nid^t«  mel^r  ate  mid^  fetbft  —  bod^  t»a« 


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S.    T.    COLEBIDGE.  149 

Wliat  ever  was,  and  ever  more  returns, 
Sterling  to-morrow,  for  to-day  'twas  sterling! 
For  of  tiie  wholly  common  is  man  made, 
And  custom  is  his  nurse !  Woe  then  to  them, 
Who  lay  irreverent  hands  upon  his  old 
House-furniture,  the  dear  inheritance 
Prom  his  forefathers.    For  time  consecrates; 
And  what  is  grey  with  age  becomes  religion. 
Be  in  possession,   and  thou  hast  the  right, 
And  sacred  will  the  many  guard  it  for  thee ! 

{To  the  page,  who  enters.) 
The  Swedish  officer?  —  Well,  let  him  enter. 
[The  page  exit;    WaUenstein  fuces  Ma  eye  in  deep  thought 

on  the  door,) 
Yet  is  it  pure  —  as  yet !   —  the  crime  has  come 
Not  o'er  this  threshold  yet  —  so  slender  is 
The  boundary  that  divideth  life's  two  paths. 

THE  DEATH  OF  WALLENSTEIN. 

ActllL  Scene  Xm. 

Translated  by  S.  T.   Coleridge. 

WAXLENSTEiN  (in  armour ;   loquitur)  : 

Thou  hast  gained  thy  point,  Octavio ;  once  more  am  1 

Almost  as  friendless  as  at  Regensburg; 

There  I  had  nothing  left  me,  but  myself  -^ 

But  what  one  man  can  do,  you  have  now  experience. 

The  twigs  have  you  hew'd  ofi",  and  here  I  stand 

A  leafless  trunk.    But  in  the  sap  within 

Lives  the  creating  power,  and  a  new  world 

May  sprout  forth  from  it.    Once  akeady  have  I 


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150  g.  toott  <S(i^iacr. 

Sin  SWanu  !<uin  tocrtl^  fctn,  l^att  i^r  fd^eti  crfoi^mi. 
S)ctt  @(i^u(f  bet  3^eigc  i^it  x\)x  afcgel^en, 
S)a  jiel^'  id^,  cin  entlautter  ©tomm!     S)o<l^  inncn 
3m  aKortc  lebt  bic  fd^ffcnbe  Octoalt, 
S)te  fproffent)  cine  SBelt  au«  fi(i^  Qtioxm. 
©d^on  einmat  gait  i(i^  eu(i^  jiatt  eine«  |)eer«, 
3(i^  Sinjefecr.  3)a^ingef(i^mor^  i?or 
®er  fd^toeb'fd^en  ©tarfe  toaren  cure  ^cere, 
am  8ed^  fani  JiH^,  euer  letter  ^oxt, 
3n«  S9at>eriant),  toie  ein  gefd^tooflner  Strom, 
(grgo§  fl(i^  biefcr  ©ujtat),  unt)  ju  SBicn 
3n  fciner  ^ofiburg  jittertc  ber  taifer. 
©olbaten  toorcn  tl^euer,  benn  bie  SWcnge 
©el^t  nad^  bcm  @IM  -r-  35a  toanbte  man  bic  3(ugen 
9luf  mid^,  ben  §elfer  in  ber  Stotl^;  e«  teugte  ftd^ 
2)er  Stolj  bc«  Saifer«  bor  bem  @(i^tt>erge!r5nften, 
?i(ti  foHtt  aufftel^n  mit  bem  @(i^6pfung«toort 
Unb  in  bie  ^o^Ien  Sager  STOenfti^en  fammcln. 
3(]^  tl^at'g.     3)ie  Srommel  toarb  geriil^rt.     aWrfn  9iamc 
®ing,  toie  ein  ^ieg^gott,  burci^  bie  SBelt.     S)er  ^flug, 
Die  SBerffiatt  toirb  berlaffcn,  atte«  toimmctt 
S)er  attfcelannten  §offnung^fa^ne  ju  — 
■^  9?oc^  filler  -id^  mi(i^  benfelben,  ber  idf  toccc ! 
e«  ip  ber  Oeijt,  ber  fid^  ben  Sor^jcr  fcaut, 
Unb  iJriebCanb  toirb  fein  Soger  urn  fi(]^  fiUIcn. 
g^rt  cure  SCaufenbe  mir  K^n  entgegen, 
©ctDol^nt  tDol^l  flnb  fie,  unter  mir  ju  fiegen, 
giid^t  gegen  mi(i^  —  SBScnn  §aupt  unb  ©liebcr  fid^  trenneu, 
!Da  totrb  fl^  jeigen,  too  bie  (Seelc  tool^nte. 
(3 Ho  unb  S^evjf^  treten  cin.) 


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8.    T.    COLEBIDGE.  151 

Prov'd  myself  worth  an  army  to  you  —  I  idone ! 
Before  the  Swedish  strength  your  troops  had  melted ; 
Beside  tiie  Lech  sunk  Tilly,  your  last  hope; 
Into  Bavaria,  like  a  winter-torrent, 
Did  that  Gustavus  pour,  and  at  Vienna 
In  his  own  palace  did  the  Emperor  tremble. 
Soldiers  were  scarce,  for  still  the  multitude 
Follow  the  luck :  all  eyes  were  tum'd  on  me, 
Their  helper  in  distress :  the  Emperor's  pride 
Bow'd  itself  down  before  the  man  he  had  injured. 
'Twas  I  must  rise,  and  with  creative  word 
Assemble  forces  in  the  desolate  camps. 
I  did  it.    Like  a  god  of  war,  my  name 
Went  thro*  the  world.  The  drum  was  beat  —  and  lo  I 
The  plough,  the  work- shop  is  forsaken;  all 
Swarm  to  the  old  familiar,  long-lov'd  banners; 
And  as  the  wood-dioir,  rich  in  melody. 
Assemble  quick  around  the  bird  of  ¥Fonder, 
When  first  his  throat  swells   with   his   magic   song, 
So  did  the  warlike  youth  of  Germany 
Crowd  in,   around  the  image  of  my  eagle. 
I  feel  myself  the  being  that  I  was. 
It  is  the  soul  that  builds  itself  a  body; 
And  Friedland's  camp  will  not  remain  Unfilled. 
Lead  then  your  thousands  out  to  meet  me  -^  true! 
They  are  accustom'd  under  me  to  conquer, 
But  not  against  me.    If  the  head  and  limbs 
Separate  from  each  other,   *twill  be  soon 
Made  manifest,  in  which  the  soul  abode. 
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152  S*  ^^^  ^6fiM. 

WtnO^,  %xem\>t,  WtntJ) !  SBir  finb  ne<^  ni^t  }u  SDt>en. 
^btf  Kegimenter  £erib)  ftnt)  no^  unfer 
Unb  Sutler'^  toadte  ©c^aoren  —  SKorgen  fiSgt 
Stn  ^er  ju  und  k)on  fe(!^}e]^ntaufettb  ©(i^toeben. 
9h^t  maci^t'ger  toar  i(i^,  aid  id^  toot  tteun  3al^ren 
8tt«jog,  bcm  Saifer  3)eutf(i^Iattt)  ju  etofcem. 

2Ctti5:  ,,2Sa(rettpcJtt'0  Soi)/^ 

$tei:tet  ^ufjug,  ^e^ittei:  ^uftiritt 


2)cr  |(!^»ebi(c!^c  ^au^tmann. 
Wir  jtent)en,  fetne«  Ucberfato  ge»&rttg, 
Set  Slcttfiabt  fd^twati^  t^erfd^anjt  in  unfcrm  Sager, 
ate  gcgcn  abenb  eine  SBotte  Stau6e« 
aupcg  torn  SBalt)  l^er,  unfer  SJortrob  fliel^enb 
3nd  Sager  Prjte,  rtef,  ber  getnb  fei  ba. 
SBir  fatten  efcen  nur  nod^  ^txt,  un«  fd&nett 
attf«  ^ferb  ju  tocrfen,  ba  burd^kad^en  fd^on, 
3tt  tooilem  9tofie«Iauf  balder  gefprengt, 
®ie  ^appenl^etmer  ben  SSerl^adt;  fd^nett  tear 
S)er  ®ra6en  aud^,  bet  ftd^  um«  Sager  jog, 
Son  btefen  flftrm'fd^en  Sd^aaren  ilberflogen. 
a>od^  unBefonnen  l^atte  fie  ber  ^ni^ 
9Sorau«gefil]^rt  ben  anbcrn,  toeit  bal^inten 
3Bar  nod^  ba«  gugiool!,  nur  bte  ^appenl^eimer  tixiren  . 
Dem  fill^nen  gill^rcr  lill^n  gefolgt.  — 
(£^k  mad^t  etne  8ett^egung«     S)er  ^au^tmann  ^t  einett 
3togcnlbUdt  inne,  Bis  fte  i^m  clncn  SBin!  gicbt,  forQufa^ren.) 


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S.    T.    COLERIDGE.  153 

Courage,  friends!  Courage  I  We  are  ertaU  uiiTanquish'd ; 
I  feel  my  footing  firm;  five  regiments;  Tertsky, 
Are  still  our  own,  and  Butler's  gallant  troops; 
And  a  host  of  sixteen  thousand  Swedes  to-morrow. 
I  was  not  stronger,  when  nine  years  ago 
I  march'd  forth,  with  glad  heart  and  high  of  hope, 
To  conquer  Germany,  for  the  Emperor. 


THE  DEATH  OF  WALLENSTEIN. 

Act  IV.  Scene  X. 
Translated  by  S.  T.  Coleridge. 

*  *  *  * 

THE    SWEDISH    CAPTAIN. 

We  lay,  expecting  no  attack,  at  Neustadt, 
Intrenched  but  insecurely  in  our  camp. 
When  towards  evening  rose  a  cloud  of  dust 
From  the  wood  thitherward;  our  vanguard  fl6d 
Into  the  camp,  and  sounded  the  alarm. 
Scarce  had  we  mounted,   ere  the  Pappenheimers, 
Their  horses  at  full  speed,   broke  thro'  the  lines, 
And  leap'd  the  trenches ;  but  their  heedless  courage 
Had  borne  them  onward  far  before  the  others  — 
The  infantry  was  still  at  distance ;   only 
The  Pappenheimers  followed  daringly 
Their  daring  leader  — 

(Thekla    betrays  agitation    in  her  gestures.     The    Officer 
pauses  till  she  makes  a  sign  to  him  to  proceed.) 


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154  8-  »on  (BdfiUix, 

Son  ©om  uttb  ^pon  ben  gflanfcn  fasten  tDtt 

@te  jc^  mit  bcr  gangen  SRcitcrei 

Unb  btanjtcn  fie  jurild  jum  ©raien,  »c 

3)a«  §tt§i?oIf,  f(i&iieH  georbnct,  eiticn  Wed^en 

SSon  ^ifctt  il^ncn  jlarr  entgegenflrcdtc. 

Sttd^  t>ortD5rt«  fonnten  fie,  aud^  nid^t  jurftd,  . 

©eleilt  in  brangioott  fil^terlid^e  Snge, 

Da  ricf  ber  Sil^eingraf  t^rcm  gill^rer  ju, 

3n  guter  ©(i^Iad^t  jt(i^  e^rltci^  ju  ergefcen; 

Der  SJ6erfl  ^iccolomint  — 

{%i}tUa,  fd^njtnbclnb,  fagt  eincn  @cffc(.] 
Sl^n  ma(i^te 
S)cr  ^elmbufd^  fenntlic^  unb  ba«  (angc  ^aax, 
SSom  rafd^n  9itttc  toor'*  il^m  (o^gcgangen  — 
3um  Oraben  totnft  er,  fprengt,  ber  Srfte,  fetbjl 
©etn  eble«  Slog  barilber  toeg,  tl^m  jHlrjt 
2)a«  ategtment  nad^  —  bec^  —  fd^on  »ar'«  gefd^el^nf 
©etn  $ferb,  t>tm  eincr  ^artifan  bnrd^flo^cn,  Witmt 
®id^  t»il%nb,  fd^Ieubert  toeit  ben  9ieiter  ab, 
Unb  l^od^  t»eg  ilBer  t^n  gel^t  bie  &e(oait 
S)er  9?offe,  leinem  3^8^^  "^^^^  gcl^ord^enb. 

(Sl^efla,  ttjeld^c  ble  le^tcn  9?cbcn  ntit  alien  S^id^m  tuad^fcnbcr 

«ngjl  beglcitct,  tocrffittt  in  cin  l^tig^^  Sittcm,  flc  tt)iff  flnfcn; 

grMein  9{enibntnn  eiU  l^inju  unb  em^fSngt  fte  in  tl^ren  ftrmot.) 

Sfiiuhvnnn. 

3Rcitt  t^eure«  ^^aulein  — 

^ou^tmann  (gerprt). 

3d^  cntfeme  mid^. 

ffi«  ift  t>oriibcr  —  btingen  @ie*«  ju  Snbe. 


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8.    T.    COLEKIBGE.  155 

Both  in  van  and  flanks 
With  our  whole  cavalry  we  now  receiv'd  them, 
Back  to  the  trenches  drove  them,  where  the  foot 
Stretch'd  olit  a  solid  ridge  of  pikes  to  meet  them. 
They  neither  could  advance,  nor  yet  retreat; 
And  as  they  stood  on  every  side  wedg*d  in, 
The  Rhinegrave  to  their  leader  call'd  aloud. 
Inviting  a  surrender;  hut  their  leader. 
Young  Piccolomini  — 

[Thekla,  giddy,  grasps  a  chair.) 

Known  hy  his  plume, 
And  his  long  hair,  gave  signal  for  the  trenches; 
Himself  leap'd  first,  the  regiment  all  plung'd  after.  — 
His  charger,   by  an  halbert  gor'd,  rear'd  up, 
Flung  him  with  violence  off,  and  over  him. 
The  horses,  now  no  longer  to  be  curb'd  — 

[Thekla,  who  has  accompanied  the  last  speech  with  all  the 

marks    of  increasing    agony,    trembles   through   her   whole 

frame,  and  is  falling.  The  lady  Neubrunn  runs  to  her,  and 

receives  her  into  her  arms.) 

LADY    NEUBRtTNN. 

My  dearest  Lady  — 

CAPTAIN. 

I  retire. 

THEKLA. 

*Tis  over. 
Proceed  to  the  conclusion. 


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156  5-  ^^^  fitter. 

3)a  crartff,  ate  fie  ben  ^ftl^rer  fallen  fal^n, 
jDic  £nq)j)en  artmmig  toiltl^cnbe  ©crjtt>eiflung. 
®cr  ctgncn  9tcttung  benft  jc^t  Ictner  tncl^r. 
®leid^  toilbcn  Sigcm  fed^tcn  fic;  e«  tcijt 
3l^r  flarrer  aBibcrflant)  bie  Unfrigcn, 
ttnb  c^er  nui^t  ctfolgt  be«  Saini)fe«  @nbe, 
»«  m  ber  lefetc  aRann  gcfaOcn  ifi. 

X^>etta  (mit  jittcrnbcr  @timme). 
Unb  n^o  —  too  tjl  —  ®te  fagtcn  mir  ni(^t  attc«. 

§au^3tmann  (na^  einer  ^oufe). 
^ttt  frill^  bcflatteten  toir  il^n.  3]^n  trugen 
3tt)6{f  ailngltnge  bev  ebcljlcn  ®cfd^Ce(i^tcr, 
S)a«  ganje  ^eer  begleitcte  bie  Sal^re. 
©n  Sorfcccr  fd^mfitfte  feincn  @arg,  brauf  legte 
S)cr  Sil^ingraf  fettjl  ben  eigncn  ©iegerbegen. 
%n(ii  S^ranen  fc^Iten  feinem  ©d^itffal  ni(i^t, 
!Denn  bide  flnb  Ux  un«,  bie  feine  Orogmutl^ 
Unb  feiner  ©itten  fjreunbliti^feit  erfal^ren, 
Unb  aHe  riil^rte  fein  ®t\6)ii,     ®em  l^atte 
S)er  JR^eingraf  i^n  gcrettet,  bod^  er  felbft 
SereiteCt'  e8;  man  fagt,  er  tooKte  fterten. 


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8.    T.    COLERIBGE.  157 

CAPTAIN. 

Wild  despair 
Inspir'd  the  troops  with  frenzy  when  they  saw 
Their  leader  perish :   every  thought  of  rescue 
"Was  spum'd ;  they  fought  like  wounded  tigers ;  their 
Frantic  resistance  rous'd  our  soldiery; 
A  murderous  fight  took  place,  nor  was  the  contest 
Finished  before  their  last  man  fell. 

THEKLA   [faltering]. 

And  where  — 
Where  is  —  You  have  not  told  me  all. 
CAPTAIN   (after  a  pame). 

This  morning 
We  buried  him.     Twelve  youths  of  noblest  birth 
Did  bear  him  to  interment;  the  whole  army 
FoUow'd  the  bier.  A  laurel  deck'd  his  coffin; 
The  sword  of  the  deceas'd  was  placed  upon  it, 
In  mark  of  honour,  by  the  Rhinegrave's  self. 
Nor  tears  were  wanting;  for  there  are  among  us 
Many,  who  had  themselves  experienced 
The  greatness  of  his  mind,   and  gentle  manners; 
All  were  aflTected  at  his  fate.  The  Rhinegrave 
Would  willingly  have  sav'd  him;  but  himself 
Made  vain  th'  attempt  —  *tis  said  he  wish'd  to  die. 


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158  5-  »<>«  ^^iHtx, 

Sterter  ^uftritt. 


(Sol^anna  b'Slrc,  attetn  auf  ber  ©il^ne,  fagt  i^rcm  $cimat^* 

if^ak  Metrc^>I.   @ie  ^^at  cinen  $clm  auf  bent  §au^tc,  ben  fie 

ekn  juijor  Jjcn  33ertram  em^fangen.) 

£e6t  XDo^I,  tl^r  93erge,  t^r  geUebten  Jriften, 
ai^r  trauU(^  fitttcn  Zi^akx,  kiet  too^l! 
3o^anna  toirt)  nun  nidft  me^r  auf  eud^  n^anbeln, 
3o^nna  fagt  cu(i^  etoig  ?e6cn)o^I! 
3]^r  2Btcfen,  bie  ici^  twafferte,  i^r  93aume, 
'  ®ie  i(t)  gepflanjet,  grilnet  frS^Iid^  fort ! 
?e6t  tt?o^I,  i^r  ©rotten  unb  tl^r  fiil^Ien  33ruttncn, 
3)u  @(i^o,  ^olbe  ©timme  btefe«  3:]^«, 
I)ie  oft  mir  Slnttoort  gafe  auf  me'tne  Sieber, 
3o^anna  gcl^,  unb  nintmer  fe^rt  fie  toieber! 

3^r  ^Id^e  atte  melner  ftiUen  grcuben, 
Suc^  lafj'  id^  l^tnter  mir  auf  tmmerbar. 
3crjlreuet  tuif,  i^r  ?anuner,  auf  ben  §cibcn! 
3^r  feib  jefet  eine  ^irtenlofe  ®(i^aar, 
®enn  eine  anbre  §cerbe  mug  id^  toeiben 
3)ort  auf  bent  bint' gen  i?elbe  ber  ©efal^r. 
©0  ijl  be«  ®eijte«  9tuf  an  mid^  ergangen, 
3R\(ii  treifct  ni(i^t  eitk«,  irbifd^ed  SSerkngen. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  159 


THE  MAID  OF  OKLEANS.    Prologue.   Scene  IV. 
Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 

JOAN    OF    ABC, 

alone  on  the  stage,  is  bidding  farewell  to  her  native  valley. 

She  has  tipon  her  head  a  helmet,  which  she  has  jicst  before 

obtained  from  Bertram. 

farewell!   ye  hills,   and  ye  the  haunts  I  love, 

Familiar  dales,  where  silence  still  doth  dv^rell; 
No  more  Johanna  through  your  shades  will  rove, 

Johanna  bids  you  all  a  long  farewell  I 
Ye  meads  I  watered,  and  ye  trees  I  planted, 

StUl  flourish  fresh  and  fair,  and  still  rejoice ! 
Farewell,  cool  streams,  and  grots  like  caves  enchanted, 

And  Echo,  rolling  through  the  glade  thy  voice, 
Who  often  would'st  repeat  my  plaintive  strain ; 
Farewell !   Johanna  goes,  and  ne'er  returns  again. 

Ye  lovely  spots,  whereto  my  thoughts  oft  bend. 
For  evermore  I  leave  your  calm  delight; 

Ye  lambs,  at  will  o'er  wold  and  moorland  wend. 
No  shepherdess  have  ye  to  guide  you  right. 

Henceforth  I  go  another  flock  to  tend. 
On  yonder  field,  deepstained  by  gory  fight, 

I  go,  responsive  to  the  Spirit's  call. 

No  idle,  earthly  hopes  my  soaring  soul  enthral. 


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160  S«  to«>n  @(^iitter. 

Dcnn  bet  ju  SWofcn  auf  t)c«  ^oxtH  §5^cn 
3m  feur'gen  Sufd^  ^i^  flamment)  niebcrlie^ 
UnlD  tl^m  befal^t,  t>ox  ^\)axao  5U  ftd^en, 
Der  einjt  ten  frommcn  Snafcen  3fai'«, 
3)en  §trtcn,  fid^  jum  ©trciter  au^rfel^cn, 
S)er  ftet«  ben  §trten  gnabig  ftd^  6et»ie«, 
<Sr  fprad^  ju  mir  au^  t>tefe«  33aume«  3^^i9^^- 
„®e]^  l^in!  ®u  foBfl  auf  Srben  fiirm^  jcugen.'' 

„3n  rau]^e«  Srj  foKft  bu  tie  ©Iteter  fd^nilren, 
ilRtt  Sialyl  fceteden  tetne  jarte  Sruft, 
9ii(i^t  9Manner(tefce  tarf  tein  ^erj  beru^ren 
9Kit  fiint'gen  gkmmen  eitler  (Srtenlufl. 
^ie  toirt  ter  Srautfranj  teine  ?o(fe  ^ieren, 
|Dir  blixl^t  fein  lieblid^  Sint  an  beinev  33rufl; 
!J)o(i^  toert'  td^  tid^  mit  Iriegerifd^en  Sl^ren, 
SSor  aUen  Srtenfrauen  tic^  t)erflaren." 

„Denn  toenn  im  Saxttip\  tie  SWutl^igften  tjcrjagen, 
SBenn  §ranlretd^§  lefete^  Sci^icffat  nun  fwi^  nal^t, 
®ann  tt?irft  tu  meine  Driftamme  tragen 
Uttt,  toic  tic  rafd^c  Sd^nitterin  tie  ^aat, 
!Den  jloljen  Uebertointer  nieterf(i^(agen ; 
UmtDatjen  toirjt  tu  feine^  @(ucfe«  3iat, 
(Sn*ettung  bringen  fjranfreid^^  ^eteenffil^nen 
Unt  9i]^eittt§  befrein  unt  teinen  ^onig  feonen!" 

Sin  3^'^^  ^t  ter  ^immeC  mir  tjerl^eigen, 
Qx  fentet  mir  ten  $clm,  er  lommt  i?on  il^m, 


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J 


W.    W.    8KEAT.  161 

For  He  who,   at  the  bush  by  flames  unbranded, 
On  Horeb's  mount  His  servant  Moses  chose, 

And  to  be  bold  in  Pharaoh's  sight  commanded  — 
Yes !  He  who  once,  to  scatter  Israel's  foes, 

Made  Jesse's  son,  the  shepherd-lad,  strong-handed, 
He  who  on  shepherds  favour  still  bestows. 

Spake  to  me  from  the  branches  of  this  tree : 

''Go  forth !  redeem  the  right !  Go  forth  to  witness  me!** 

*^enceforth  in  rugged  armour-plates  encase  thee, 
Enclose  thy  breast,  thy  tender  limbs,  in  steel: 

No  love  for  mortal  man  must  e'er  debase  thee, 
Nor  let  thine  heart  love's  softening  transports  feel. 

No  bridal  wreath,  twined  round  thy  locks,  shall  grace 

thee. 
Nor  blooming  child  within  thy  lap  shall  kneel. 

So  shalt  thou  be  with  warlike  honours  crowned ; 

Above  all  earthly  maids  will  I  thy  fame  resound." 

**For  when  the  stoutest  hearts  their  doom  are  dreading, 
When  France's  day  of  overthrow  seems  near; 

Then  thou,  my  sacred  Oriflamme  wide-spreading, 
Shalt,   as  the  reaper  crops  the  ripened  ear. 

Mow  down  the  victors,  all  their  pride  down-treading. 
And  all  thy  country's  fame  once  more  uprear. 

To  France's  warrior-sons  shalt  safety  bring. 

Her  foes  from  Rheims  expel,  and  crown  her  lawful  king." 

And  lo !  a  sign  kind  Providence  hath  given ; 
It  sends  a  helm,  the  gift  I  most  require; 

GoLDscHMiDT  ,  German  Poetry.  1 1 


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16J  8-  »on  'Sc^ittet. 

9lit  @8ttcrfraft  iet^xtt  mi(i^  fern  ©fen, 
Unt>  mid^  burd^flammt  bcr  SD?ut]^  ber  ffi^crubim; 
3ii«  ftrieg^etoil^l  l^incin  »ia  e«  mi(i^  rcigcn, 
@d  tret(t  mil  fort  mit  Sturme^  Ungeftiim, 
3)cn  Seteruf  ]^5r'  i(i^  mati^tij  ju  mir  bringen, 
2)a«  ©^lad^trog  jteigt,  unb  bic  Zromptttn  tttngea. 


3fii0--  ..^ie  2Braiit  POtt  2lileffttta." 


5Dur(i^  bic  ©tragen  ber  ©tiibtc, 

SSom  3ammer  gcfolgct, 

©d^rcitct  ba«  Unglftrf  — 

2attcmb  umfd^lcid^t  c« 

®ic  ^oufcr  ber  3Kenf(i^en. 

^utc  an  biefer 

^forte  p^t  c«, 

ajiorjen  an  jener, 

Sber  nod^  feinen  l^at  e«  Derfd^ont. 

S)ie  unertoilnfd^te, 

©d^merjUd^e  Sotfd^ft, 

grill^er  ober  fpater, 

Sejtettt  e«  an  jeber 

©^»ette  too  ein  Sebenblger  tool^nt. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  16S 

Its  iron  touch  bestows  the  might  of  Heaven, 
I  feel  its  plates  an  angel-strength  inspire  : 

Amidst  the  battle's  tempest  forward  driven, 
I  seem  borne  onward  by  some  tempest  dire. 

Hark !   even  now  the  warcry  fierce  is  sounding. 

Hark!    to   the   warsteed's   tramp,    the   clarion's   peal 

rebounding ! 


FROM  THE  BRIDE  OF  MESSINA." 
Translated  by  the  late  W.   Taylor  of  Norwich. 


Athwart  the  city's  streets, 

With  wailing  in  her  train, 

Misfortune  strides ; 

Watchful  she  marks 

The  homes  of  men  : 

To-day  at  this, 
To-morrow  at  yon  other  door,  she  knocks, 

But  misses  none. 

Sooner  or  later  comes 

Some  messenger  of  woe 
To  every  threshold,  where  the  living  dwell. 

11* 


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i64  5-  ^«>tt  ^cfeittcr. 

aaSenn  l)ic  ©latter  fallen 

3tt  t5e«  .3a^rc«  treife, 

SBenn  jum  ®rabe  fatten 

(&itnert)tc  ©reifc, 

®a  gel^orc^t  tste  9tatur 

Stu^ig  nur 

3^rcm  alten  ®efe^e, 

Ql^rcm  etoigen  Sraud^, 

S)a  ift  nid^t«,  ti)a«  ben  2Renf(^en  entfefee! 

abet  t)a«  Ungel^cure  auc^ 

?eme  emarten  tm  toifd^en  ?efcen! 

SDtit  getoaltfamer  §ant) 

?ofet  ber  2Korb  auc^  t)a«  l^etUgfte  93anb, 

3n  fein  fti)gif(^e«  Soot 

ataffet  ber  Sob 

3lu(J^  ber  3ugenb  Mftl^enbeg  Men! 

aSJenn  bie  SBolten  getl^iirmt  ben  §immet  fd^tDarjcn, 

aBenn  bunqjftofenb  ber  ®onner  ^flt, 

S)a,  ba  fil^ten  fi(i^  afle  ^erjenl 

3n  be«  furd^tbaren  ®(^tcffal«  ©etoalt. 

afcer  aud^  au«  enttoolfter  ^ijl^e 

tann  ber  jiinbenbe  Conner  fci^lagen, 

3)arum  in  beinen  frol^lic^en  Sagen 

gttrt^te  be«  UnglM^  titdifc^e  3l^t\ 

mift  an  bie  ©liter  ^nge  bein  ^erj, 

2)ie  ba«  ?ekn  tjerganglic^  jieren!. 

Ser  beftfet,  ber  leme  tjerlieren, 

2Bcr  im  ®tM  ift,  ber  lerne  ben  (g^merj! 


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W.    TAYLOB.  165 

When  at  the  season's  fall 

The  leaves  decay, 

When  to  the  graves  is  borne 

The  hoary  head. 

Calm  nature  but  obeys 

Her  ancient  law, 
And  man  respects  her  everlasting  march. 

But  man  must  also  learn, 

To  expect  in  earthly  life 

Unusual  strokes  of  fate. 

Murder,   with  violent  hand, 

May  tear     the  holiest  bond, 

And  in  his  Stygian  boat 
Death  may  bear  off  the  blooming  form  of  youth. 

When  towering  clouds  o'erswarth  the  sky, 

When  loudly  bellowing  thunders  roll, 

Each  heart  in  secret  owns 

The  fearful  might  of  fate. 

But  e'en  from  cloudless  heights 

Can  kindling  lightnings  plunge; 

E'en  in  the  sunny  day 

Bale-breathing  plagues  may  lurk. 

Fix  not  on  transient  good 

Thy  trusty  heart: 

Let  him  who  has,  prepare  to  learn  to  lose; 

Him  who  is  happy,  learn  to  bend  to  grief. 


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166  8-  ^on  @(!^iacr. 

Die  itttiiBenptttbfic^e  Sffotfe. 


<Stc  !ommt  —  ftc  fommt,  be«  3Rittag«  flotjc  glottc, 

S)a«  aSJcltmecr  tDimmert  unter  i^r, 
SWtt  Sctt^nttang  unt)  ctnem  ncucn  ®otte 

Unt)  taufent)  2)onncni  nal^t  fie  t)ir  — 
gin  fd^toimmcnt)  §cer  furc^ttarer  Sitat)cacn 

{5Der  Dccan  fal^  il^re^gleid^cn  nie), 
UntocrtDtntlid^  ncnnt  man  fte, 
3iel^t  fie  einl^cr  anf  t>en  erfd^todfnen  aBeUen; 

3)cn  ftoljeu  9lamen  tDeil^t 

S)er  @(^re(fen,  t)cn  pc  nm  fid^  f?)eit. 
HWit  mqepatifd^  ftiKem  ©d^ritte 

IrSgt  f eiuc  ?afl  tjcr  jittentt)e  Slcptun ; 
Seltnntergang  in  i^rer  SWittc, 

Stol^t  fte  l^eran,  unt)  atte  ©tiinnc  rul^n. 

3)ir  gegenilber  jiel^t  fie  t)a, 
©ffitfferge  3nfel  —  ^errfd^vin  t)er  aWecre! 
I)ir  broken  t>iefe  Oaflionen^ecrc, 

®ro§]^erjige  Sritannia! 
SBe^*  beinem  freigetomen  SSotte! 
I)a  fte^t  fte,  cine  »etterfd^tt)angre  SBotfc. 
aSBer  ^at  t)a«  l^ol^e  Sleinot)  t)it  errungen, 

S)a«  ju  t>er  ?ant>er  gttrftin  t)i(j^  gemad^t? 
$aft  t>tt  nid^t  felbfl,  loon  ftoljen  SiJnigen  gqtoungen, 

35er  9tei(i^«gefefee  tt)eifejte«  ett)ad^t? 
®a«  gro§c  Slatt,  t)a«  t)eine  Sonige  ju  Sftrgem, 


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C.    HEBMA.NN    MEftlVALE.  167 

THE  ARMADA. 

Translated  by  the  late  Mr.  Me ri vale. 

oh#  comes,  proud  navy  of  the  southern  ocean, 

Beneath  her  foams  the  world-wide  sea : 
With  clank  of  chains,  and  forms  of  strange  devotion. 
And  tkoiusand  thunders,  lo!  she  nears  to  thee  — 
A  floating  host  of  citadels  tremendous  — 
Ne'er  did  the  floods  beneath  so  huge  a  monster  awell, 

They  call  her  name  —  ''Invincible". 
0*er  the  aflrighted  waves  she  moves  stupendous; 
Terror,  that  round  her  waits, 
The  proud  name  consecrates. 

With  silent  sweep,  majestic  flowing, 
Old  Neptune  trembling  doth  his  burthen  bear: 
She,  in  her  womb  the  World's  destruction  stowing, 
While  storms  are  lull'd  around,  moves  on  in  fall  career. 

Thrice-happy  Isle  —  queen  of  the  sea! 
There  stands  she  now,  thy  bulwark's  strength  opposing — 

Magnanimous  Britannia!  —  thee 
They  threat  —  these  galleon-squadrons   round  thee 

closing. 

Woe  to  thy  free-born  sons !  Descending 
Swift  on  their  heads,  bursts  the  big  cloud  impending. 
Who  has  that  noblest  jewel  for  thee  wrested. 
That  o'er  the  nations  sets  thy  conquering  throne? 
Say,   was  it  not  thyself  the  prize  contested. 
From  haughty  monarchs  greatly  won, 

The  wisest  statute-law  beneath  the  sun?  — 


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16$  S-  ^^n  ^c^Uer. 

3tt  Sftrftcn  beine  Sibrgcr  mad^t? 
3)cr  ®egel  flotje  Obcrmaci^t, 
^{t  t)u  fie  it^t  ))on  9RtIlionen  93iirgem 

(Srflrittcn  in  t)cr  Saf[crf(^la(i^t? 
SBern  banfji  bu  fic  —  crrStl^ct,  SSSHer  bicfcr  (fabe  — 
SSBem  fonfi,  ate  beincm  Octjt  unb  beincm  @(l^»erte? 
Unglftdtlid^e  —  blid*  l^tn  auf  bicfe  feuertocrfcnben  ftotoficn, 
©Utf  l^in  unb  4nbc  bcinc«  Siul^mc^^  tNli 
Sang  fd^aut  auf  bid^  bcr  ©rbcnboD, 
Unb  oUcr  frcicn  aWanncr  ^rjen  f^tagcn, 
Unb  aUe  guten,  ft^dnen  ®eelen  Hogen 

Il^cilnel^mcnb  bcinc«  ^u]^mc«  SoH. 

@ott,  bet  SmmSd^t'ge,  fa^  ^va6, 
©ol^  beme«  gcinbe«  fiolje  86»enflaggcn  to^tn, 

©a^  brol^enb  offen  bein  getotffe^  ®rab  — 
©on,  fi>ra(i^  cr,  fofl  mein  %lbion  bergel^n, 

(gtBf(i^en  meiner  §eiben  ©tomm, 

®et  Unterbriidtung  lefeter  tjelfenbamm 
3nfammenfUirj«i,  bie  2^tjrannen»e]^rc 
Semtci^tet  fein  bon  biefer  ^emifjjl^are? 
^ie,  rief  er,  foB  ber  ^tei^cit  ^arabie«, 
2)cr  SDienfd^entoilrbe  ftarfer  Sc^irm  berfd^toinben ! 

®ott,  ber  aamod^t'ge,  bUe^, 
Unb  bie  5lrmaba  flog  nad^  oBen  SBinben. 


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C.  HEBM ANN  MEBI VALE.  169 

That  great  Land-charter,  which  to  Kings  thy  bnrghers 

raises, 

To  burghers  lowers  the  regal  height  — 

And  didst  thou  not  thy  navy's  right 
From  bloody  pirate  bands,  amidst   the  world's  loud 

praises, 

Achieve  in  glorious  Ocean-fight? 
Who  gave  it  thee?  Blush,  nations  of  the  earth!  — 
Who  else,  but  thy  brave  spirit,  and  thy  good  sword's 

worth  ? 
Unhappy  I   — '  these  colossal  forms  fire-sleeting   . 
Survey  —  and  thence  presage  thy  glory's  fall  1 
Gazes  in  sad  suspense  the  earthly  ball  — 
Fox  thee  the  hearts  of  all  free  men  are  beating; 
Whilst  all  that's  good  and  beauteous  mourns  thy  fleeting 

Splendours,   and  partakes  thy  funeral. 

But  the  Almighty  God  look'd  down  —    ' 
Saw  where  thy  foe's  proud  lion-banners  floated  — 
He  saw  thy  yawning  grave  wide  open  frown. 
^'And  shall  my  Albion   (spake  he)  fall  devoted?  — 

My  line  of  heroes  thus  expire? 
The  last  rock-barrier  'gainst  oppression  dire 
At  once  in  ruins  fall  —  the  strong  defence 
That  guards  this  Hemisphere  be  banish'd  hence? 
Ne'er  be  this  Freedom's  paradise  o'erthrown  — 
This  refuge  tower  of  Human  Virtue  shattered!" 

—  The  Almighty  God  hath  blown   — 
'And  lo  !  to  all  the  winds  the  Armada  scatter'd!' 


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170  8-  ^on  <25(^iaer. 


3Dcr  Sid^tDdb  fcraufet,  't>ic  SSJoWcn  jiel^n, 
S)a«  2Rdgt>elctn  fl^et  an  llfer«  ®rftn, 
e«  brid^t  f!*  bic  SBettc  mit  SDlad^t,  mit  9»a(j^t, 
Unt)  f!c  feufjt  ]^inau«  in  bic  finfirc  yiaift, 
T>a9  Slugc  Don  SSJcincn  getrftfcct:  ^ 

„S)a«  $cr}  ifl  gcfiorbcn,  bic  Sclt  tft  leer, 
Unb  waiter  giebt  flc  bcm  SBnnfci^c  nid^t^  md^t. 
©u  $ciKge,  rufc  bcin  ^nb  juriW, 
3d^  ]^a6c  gcnoRen  ba«  irbif^c  ©liicf, 
3ti^  l^afcc  gclc6t  unb  gcliefcct!'' 


2!ta5on)eDter5  So5tettfteb. 

5c^ft,  ba  fifet  cr  auf  ber  5Katte, 

Slufrcd^t  ft^t  cr  ba, 
8Kit  bcm  anjtanb,  ben  cr  ^atte, 

«(«  cr^«  Sid^t  no(i^  fal^. 
©od^,  too  ifl  bie  ^aft  bcr  gauflc, 

9Bo  bc3  at^cm«  f>aud^, 
Dcr  nod^  jiingfl  jum  grogen  ®ciftc 


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CHABLES    LAMB      —    LOBD    LYTTON.  ITl 

THE  MAIDEN'S  LAMENT. 

Translated  by    Charles    Lamb. 

Xne  clouds  are  black' niog,  the  storms  threat-ning, 
The  cavern  doth  mutter,  the  greenwood  moan ; 

Billows  are  breaking,  the  damsel's  heart  aching. 
Thus  in  the  dark  night  she  singeth  alone, 
Her  eye  upward  roving: 

The  world  is  empty,  the  heart  is  dead  surely, 
In  this  world  plainly  all  seemeth  amiss; 

To  thy  heaven,  Holy  One,  take  home  thy  little  one, 
I  have  partaken  of  all  earth's  bliss, 
Both  living  ^nd  loving. 


THE  INDIAN  DEATH-DIRGE. 

Translated  by  Lord  Lytton. 


See  on  his  mat,   as  if  of  yore 

All  life-like,  sits  he  here ! 
With  that  same  aspect  which  he  wore 

Wben  light  to  him  was  dear. 
But  where  the  right  hand's  strength?  and  where 

The  breath  that  loved  to  breathe,' 
To  the  great  Spirit  aloft  in  air, 


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172  5-  ^^^  <^(^ltter. 

»(ie«  t>er  ^fcifc  Siattd^? 
SBo  t)ic  Slugen,  faHenl^eHc, 

Die  t)c«  9Jcnnt]^icr«  ©pur 
35]^lten  auf  t)c«  ®rafe«  aBcUc, 

auf  t>em  S^ou  bcr  f?(ur? 
Dicfc  ©^enfel,  t)ic  6e^enber 

glo^cn  burd^  ben  Sd^nee, 
?l(«  bet  C^irfd^,  ber  3^<^«it8C^^^^' 

2a«  be«  S3erge«  9te^? 
Diefe  Srme,  bie  ben  Sogen 

Spannten  ftreng  unb  ftraff? 
Sel^t,  ba«  Men  ift  entflogen! 

®e^t,  fte  l^angen  fd^(aff! 
aSJo^I  i^m,  er  ift  ^ingegangen, 

2Bo  fein  ©d^ncc  me^r  ijl, 
So  mit  2Kat«  bie  gelber  prangen, 

Der  t)on  felber  fpriegt; 
SBo  mit  SSSgeIn  aHe  Strauc^e, 

aSo  bet  Salb  mit  Si(b, 
933o  mit  gifd^en  aHe  2ei^e 

Sttjiig  ftnb  geffittt. 
SWit  ben  ©eiftem  fpeift  er  broben, 

?ie6  un«  l^icr  aflein, 
Da^  tt)ir  fetne  Sl^aten  to6cn, 

Unb  i^n  fd^arren  ein. 
^  SSringet  l^er  bie  tefeten  ®aben, 

©timmt  bie  lobtenttag*! 
ailc^  fei  mit  i^m  begraben, 

aBa«  i^n  freuen  mag. 
?egt  il^m  nntev'«  ^npt  bie  Seite, 


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LOSD    LYTTON.  173 

The  peace-pipe's     lusty  wreath? 
And  where  the  hawk-like  eye,  alas  I 

That  wont  the  deer  pursue, 
Along  the  waves  of  rippling  grass, 

Or  fields  that  shone  with  dew? 
Are  these  the  limber,  bounding  feet. 

That  swept  the  winter-snows? 
What  stateliest  stag  so  fast  and  fleet? 

Their  speed  outstript  the  roe's ! 
These  arms  that  then  the  sturdy  bow 

Could  supple  from  its  pride. 
How  stark  and  helpless  hang  they  now 

Adown  the  stiffen'd  side ! 
Yet  weal  to  him  —  at  peace  he  strays 

Where  never  fall  the  snows; 
Where  o'er  the  meadows  springs  the  maize 

That  mortal  never  sows : 
Where  birds  are  blithe  on  every  brake  — 

Where  forests  teem  with  deer  — 
Where  glide  the  fish  through  every  lake  — 

One  chase  from  year  to  year! 
With  spirits  now  he  feasts  above; 

All  left  us  —  to  revere 
The  deeds  we  honour  with  our  love. 

The  dust  we  bury  here. 
Here  bring  the  Ust  gifts !   —  loud  and  shrill 

Wail,   death-dirge  for  the  brave ! 
What  pleased  him  most  in  life  may  still 

Give  pleasure  in  the  grave. 
We  lay  the  axe  beneath  his  head . 


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174  5-  ^'J'l  *^c^UIer. 

ienn  t)cr  SBcg  tjt  (ang; 
aud^  ba«  aWcffcr  fc^arf  gef^Iiffcn, 

2)a«  t)om  geint)c«fopf 
SRafc^  mit  brct  gcfd^tdten  ©riffcn 

©d^aitc  $aut  unt)  <Sd^opf; 
garbcn  aud^,  t>cn  8cib  ju  mden, 

©tcdt  tl^m  in  We  ^ant), 
Dag  er  rBtl^Ud^  moge  firai^Ien 

3fn  t>er  ©eelen  ?anfc. 


:5cr  Jan{)fc$it^. 


Dor  feinem  SBtoengarten, 
5Da«  Sampffpiel  ^u  ertoarten, 
©ag  Sonig  ^ranj, 
Unt  urn  i^n  t)te  ©rogen  ber  trone, 
Unt)  ring«  auf  ^o^em  aSalcone 
2)ie  ajamen  in  fd^onem  ^^dnj. 

Unt)  twe  er  tcintt  mit  bem  ginger, 
Hnf  t^ut  fl(i^  t>er  toeite  3t»inger, 
Unb  ^inein  mit  fcebSd^tigem  Sd^ritt 
Sin  Stoe  tritt, 
Unb  fiel^t.fld^  ftnmm 


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LORD    LYTTON.  175 

He  swung,  when  life  was  strong  — 
The  bear  on  which  his  banquets  fed   — 

The  way  from  earth  is  long ! 
And  here,   new-sharpen'd,  place  the  knife 

That  sever'd  from  the  clay, 
From  which  the  axe  had  spoil'd  the  life, 

The  conquer  d  scalp  away  I 
The  paints  that  deck  the  Dead,  bestow  — 

Yes,  place  them  hand  in  hand  — 
That  red  the  Kingly  Shade  may  glow 

Amidst  the  Spirit-Land ! 


THE  GLOVE. 

Translated  by  Lord  Lytton. 


Before  his  lion-court. 

To  see  the  griesly  sport. 

Sate  the  king; 

Beside  him  group'd  his  princely  peers. 

And  dames  aloft,   in  circling  tiers, 

Wreath'd  round  their  blooming  ring. 

King  Francis,  where  he  sate. 

Raised  a  finger  —  yawn'd  the  gate. 

And,  slow  from  his  repose 

A  lion  goes! 

Dumbly  he  gazed  around 


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176  S-  ^on  ^c^itter. 

SJttt  (angem  ©d^nen, 

Unt)  fcj^ftttclt  bic  aWia^nen, 

Unt)  jirctft  t)ie  ©Itoer, 

Unt)  legt  fic^  nicbcr. 

Unt  t)cr  Sfinig  toinft  wicbcr, 
S)a  offnet  ftd^  fce^enb 
Sin  jn)cite«  S]^or, 
®arau«  rennt 
WIH  tt)ilt)cm  Sprungt 
Sin  Jiger  ^txt>ox. 
S3Sie  tcr  ben  SiJtocn  crfc^aut, 
SrttUt  cr  laut, 
Sd^lagt  mit  tern  ©d^tDcif 
gincn  furd^ttarcn  9ieif, 
Unt  rcdct  tie  3^W8^' 
Unb  im  ^eife  fd^eu 
Umgel^t  er  ben  ?eu, 
©rimmig  fcj^nurrenb! 
Drauf  ftrecft  er  fid^  murrenb 
3ur  Seitc  nieber. 

Unb  ber  SiJnig  toinft  toteber; 
!Da  fpeit  txt^  boppelt  gefiffnete  §au^ 
3t»ei  Seoparbcn  auf  einmat  au«. 
!Dic  jiilrjen  mit  mutl^igcr  tauH)f6egier 
Sluf  ba^  2:igcrt^ier ; 

!Da«  padtt  fie  mit  feinen  grimmigen  Zal^n, 
Unb  ber  8eu  mit  ©ebriltt 


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LOBD    LYTTON.  177 

The  foe-encircled  ground; 
And,  with  a  lazy  gape, 
He  stretch'd  his  lordly  shape, 
And  shook  his  careless  mane. 
And  —  laid  him  down  aga  n  ! 

A  finger  raised  the  king  — 
And  nimbly  have  the  guard 
A  second  gate  unbarrd; 
Forth,  with  a  rushing  spring, 

A  Tiger  sprung! 

Wildly  the  wild  one  yell'd 

When  the  lion  he  beheld; 

And,  bristling  at  the  look, 

With  his  tail  his  sides  he  strook, 

And  roU'd  his  rabid  tongue. 
In  many  a  wary  ring 
He  swept  round  the  forest-king, 

With  a  fell  and  rattling  sound;    — 

And  laid  him  on  the  ground, 

Grommelling. 
The  king  raised  his  finger;  then 
Leap'd  two  leopards  from  the  den 

With  a  bound ; 
And  boldly  bounded  they, 
Where  the  crouching  tiger  lay, 

Terrible ! 
And  he  griped  the  beasts  in  his  deadly  hold; 
In  the  grim  embrace  they  grappled  and  rolled; 

Rose  the  lion  with  a  roar ! 
And  stood  the  strife  before; 

GoLDscHMiDT,  €^erman  Poetry.  12 


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178  5-  '^^^  ©fitter. 

^e^tet  fid^  auf,  t>a  tt)ivb'«  ftifl; 

Unb  Return  im  £rei« 

Son  SKorbfud^t  ^d% 

8agcm  ficj^  bie  grauKd^cn  ^a|en. 

2)a  faUt  t)on  beg  aitan«  3Janb 
(Sin  $anbf(^u^  t)on  fc^oner  ^anb 
3t»if(i^en  ben  Jiger  nnb  ben  ?enen 
SKitten  ^inein. 

Unb  jn  9iitter  ©elorgeg,  fpottenber  SBeif , 
Senbet  fid^  graulein  ^nigunb: 
„$err  9iitter,  ift  cure  Sieb\fc  l^eig, 
2Bic  i^r  mir'^  fd^njort  ju  jebev  ®tunb', 
St,  fo  l^ebt  mir  ben  §anbf(^n^  anf!" 

Unb  ber  SRitter,  in  fd^neHem  ?auf, 
©tetgt  l^tnab  in  ben  fnrd^tbaren  3^^^8^^ 
a)Zit  feftem  ©d^ritte, 
Unb  an^  bev  Ungel^ener  9Kitte 
S^immt  ev  ben  ^anbfd^u^  ntit  fedfem  ginger. 

Unb  ntit  Srftannen  nnb  ntit  ®ranen 
Sel^en'^  bie  9txttex  unb  (Sbelfrauen, 
Unb  gelaften  bringt  er  ben  ^anbfd^u^  juriidf. 
S)a  f^itllt  il^nt  fein  Sob  an^  jebem  SKunbe, 
Sber  ntit  jdrtlid^em  8iebe«B(idt  — 
St  tjer^eigt  i^m  fein  na^e«  ©liidE  — 
(gmpfangt  il^n  t^tdulein  Sunigunbe, 
Unb  cr  toirft  t^r  ben  §anbfd^u^  in8  ®efld^: 
„®en  Danf,  S)ame,  bcgcl^r'  id^  nid^t," 
Unb  tjerlagt  fie  jnr  felfeen  Stnnbc. 


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lOBD    LYTTON.  179 

And  the  wild-cats,  on  the  spot, 
From  the  blood- thirst,  wroth  and  hot, 

Halted  still ! 
Now  from  the  balcony  above 
A  snowy  hand  let  fall  a  glove :    — 
Midway  between  the  beasts  of  prey, 
Lion  and  tiger;  there  it  lay, 

The  winsome  ladyV  glove. 

Fair  Cunigonde  said,  with  a  lip  of  scorn, 
To  the  knight  Delorges  —  ^If  the  love  you  have  sworn 
Were  as  gallant  and  leal  as  you  boast  it  to  be, 
I  might  ask  you  to  bring  back  that  glove    to   me  !'* 

The  knight  left  the  place  where  the  lady  sate  ; 
The  knight,  he  has  pass'd  thro'  the  fearful  gate; 
The  lion  and  tiger  he  stoop'd  above. 
And  his  fingers  have  closed  on  the  lady's  glove ! 

All  shuddering  and  stunn'd,  they  beheld  him  there, 
The  noble  knights,  and  the  ladies  fair; 
But  loud  was  the  joy  and  the  praise,  the  while 
He  bore  back  the  glove  with  his  tranquil  smile  I 

With  a  tender  look  in  her  softening  eyes, 
That  promised  reward  to  his  warmest  sighs. 
Fair  Cunigonde  rose  her  knight  to  grace, 
—  He  toss'd  the  glove  in  the  lady's  face! 
''Nay,    spare  me  the  guerdon,   at  least"  quoth  he; 
Anjd  he  left  for  ever  that  fair  ladye ! 


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180  5-  *>o«  ©critter. 

'3)a0  3Ka5(§ett  am  hn  3frem5e. 


1 


3n  einem  J^al  6ei  armen  ^irtcn 
grfd^ien  mit  {cbcm  iungcn  3al?r, 
©obalt)  t)ic  erjlen  ?erd^en  fd^toirrtcn, 
Sin  SKabd^en  fd^Bn  unt  tounberfcar. 

@ie  tear  nid^t  in  t)cm  2^al  gefcoren, 
3Kan  nju^te  nid^t,  .tool^er  fie  fam; 
Dod^  fd^neH  tear  i^re  Spur  t)er(ovctt, 
©ofcalt)  t)a«  SWabd^en  abfd^iet  na^m. 

33cfcligcnt)  toax  i^re  SZSl^e, 
Unb  aUe  ^crjcn  tourben  mcit; 
S)od^  cine  SBilrbc,  cine  ^Bl^e 
©ntfcmte  bie  3SertranIid^!eit. 

®ie  brad^tc  33lumen  mit  unb  grild^te, 
©creift  auf  einer  anbem  JJlnr, 
3n  cinem  anbem  ©onncnlid^te, 
3n  einer  gliidHid^em  5Ratnr. 

Unb  t^eilte  icbem  cine  ®a6e, 
a)em  ^tlid^te,  j[encm  33Iunien  au«; 
Dcr  3ilngling  nnb  bcr  ®rci«  am  State, 
gin  icbcr  ging  bcfd^cnft  nad^  ^au«. 

SBiHfommen  toarcn  atte  ®afte; 
!Dod^  nal^te  fid^  ein  (ietenb  ^aor, 
S)cm  reid^te  fie  bcr  ©afcen  befle, 
®er  33Iumen  aUerfd^Bnjle  bar. 


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Db.  J.    ANSTEB.  181 

THE  MAIDEN  PROM  AFAR. 

Translated  by  the   late  Dr.  Anster. 

With  peasants  poor,  in  lowly  glade, 

When  the  first  larks  were  warbling  there, 

Came,  with  each  coming  year,  a  maid, 
Vision  divinely  fair! 

Of  that  rough  vale  she  was  no  child; 

She  came,  none  knew  from  what  far  place: 
She  vanished,  and  the  sylvan  wild 

Retained  of  her  no  trace. 

The  bosoms  of  the  savage  race 
Expand ;  they  see  her  and  revere  ; 

For  round  her  dwells  a  lofty  grace, 
That  tempers  love  with  fear. 

And  flowers  she  brought  from  that  far  land, 
Of  happier  suns  and  fruits  mature, 

From  trees,  by  softer  breezes  fanned, 
Beneath  a  sky  more  pure. 

She  gives,  and  all  receive  with  joy. 

To  some  rich  fruits,  gay  flowers  to  some  ; 

The  grey-haired  on  his  staff  —  the  boy 
Alike  went  happy  home. 

Welcome  were  all  that  came,  but  when 
She  saw  two  lovers  fond  and  true. 

Them  gave  she  her  best  gifts,  to  them 
Her  flowers  of  richest  hue. 


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l^%  g.  ton  (Sc^itter. 

"Dafi  Jtcb  von  5er  ®fO(*e. 


3n  t)ie  @rt)*  tji'g  aufgcnommcn, 
©IMid^  ift  bic  gorm  gefuttt; 
SBirb'g  avail  fd^on  ju  !Jagc  fommen, 
!Da6  e«  gleig  unt)  ffunft  tergilt? 

SBcnn  ber  ®ug  mtglang? 

SBcnn  t)ic  govm  jerfj^rang? 
^d^,  t>kMift,  inbcnt  toir  l^offcn, 
Oat  un^  Uttl^cit  fd^on  gctroffen. 

S)cm  t)unfc(n  ©d^oog  tcr  ^eil'gen  Srbe 
SJcrtraucn  toir  ber  ^Snbe  S3^at, 
SJertraut  ter  ©amanti  fetnc  ®aat 
Unb  l^offt,  baf  flc  entleimen  njerbe 
3um  ©egeti,  nad^  t)c«  $immel«  9tat]^. 
9tod^  KjMid^cren  ©amen  Bergen 
SSBir  trauemb  in  ber  Srbc  @d^oog 
Unb  l^offen,  bag  er  au«  ben  Sargen 
Srbtil^en  foH  ju  fd^iJnerm  ?oo«. 

SScn  bem  Dome, 
Sd^toer  unb  bang, 
%M  bie  @(ocfe 
Orabgefang.. 


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LOBD    FBANCIS    LETE80W    GO  WEB.  183 


FROM  "THE  SONG  OF  THE  BELL.'* 

Translated  by  Lord  Francis  Levesoti  Gower. 

*  *  «  *  m 

•»  *  »  * 

Ihrough  the  moulded  chambers  gliding, 

Now  the  metal  fills  the  soil ;  , 

May  the  fashion'd  mass,   subsiding. 
Prove  deserving  of  our  toil. 
Should  our  hopes  be  ^^reck'd ! 
Should  the  stream  be  checked ! 
While  in  doubt  we  stand  suspended, 
All  our  hopes  perhaps  are  ended. 

From  earth,  that  now  our  work  receives, 
We  trust  to  reap  our  future  meed, 
And  he  that  sows  his  humbler  seed, 

Like  us  to  reap  his  gain  believes. 
If  Heaven  approve  the  deed. 

But  costlier  seeds  we  now  confide 
Deep  to  the  all  receiving  earth, 

And  trust  the  harvest,  in  its  pride, 
Will  prove  its  nobler  birth. 

Hark!  with  sullen  grate  and  swing. 
Deeper,  hollower  murmurs  ring; 
Pealing  o'er  the  cypress  gloom, 
'Tis  the  music  of  the  tomb; 


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1 


1S4  8.  ten  ^tOcr. 

Smjl  bcflleiten  il^rc  Iraucrfti^ISac 
Stnen  SBonbrer  auf  bem  le^ten  995ege. 

%^l  bic  ©ottin  ifi*«,  bic  t^curc, 
%if !  c«  ip  bic  trcuc  SKuttcr, 
Etc  bcr  fij^toarjc  Sfttjl  bcr  ©d^ttcn 
SBcgftt^rt  cai9  bcm  arm  bc«  ©ottcn, 
Jltt^  bcr  jartcn  Sinbcr  ©d^iir, 
pic  fie  Will^cnb  il^m  gcbar, 
i>k  fie  an  bcr  trcucn  SSrufi 
2Ba(]^fcn  fol^  mit  SKuttcrlufi  — 
3l(j^!  bed  $attfcd  jarte  Simbc 
@inb  getSfi  ouf  immcrbar; 
Denn  fie  tool^nt  im  ©(j^attcnlanbe, 
2)ic  bc«  O^ttfc^  SKuttcr  toar; 
Dcnn  c«  fel^tt  il^r  treue«  aSSaftcn, 
3]^rc  ®orgc  toad^t  ni(i^t  mel^r; 
an  »ert»aificr  ®t5ttc  fcj^altcn 
Sirb  bic  grcmbe,  Kcfcclcer. 


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LOBD    FBANCIS    LEYE80K    GOWEB.  185 

And  the  solemn  sounds  attend 
One  who  nears  his  journey's  end. 

Ah!  'tis  «he,  the  faithful  wife, 
'Tis  the  mother  reft  of  life, 
Whom  the  shadowy  king,  to-day. 
In  his  cold  arms  bears  away. 
Tears  her  from  the  train  of  those 
Who  in  her  affection  rose, 
Whom  her  own  parental  breast 
Pillow'd  in  their  infant  rest. 
Ah !  the  tender  ties  that  bound  her. 

Now  are  burst  for  evermore; 
Death  has  spread  his  pall  around  her, 

And  the  mother's  race  is  o'er. 
Her  maternal  reign  has  perish'd. 

Death  has  glazed  her  watchful  eye  -^ 
Over  those  she  loved  and  cherish'd 

Now  the  stranger's  rule  is  high. 


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186  8-  ^on  ^dfiUtc. 


"Da^  Mab^cn  von  ®xUam. 


5Da3  etle  33t(b  ber  SWcnfd^^cit  ju  t)cr^61^cn, 
3m  tiefften  <Stau6e  toStjtc  bi(i^  bcr  ®pott ; 
^eg  fill^rt  ber  93}i|  auf  ct»tg  mit  bem  ©d^6ncn, 
Sr  glaubt  ntci^t  an  ben  @ngel  unb  ben  ®ott; 
S)cm  §^^w  ^iH  ^  frf^c  @(i^5fee  ranfcen, 
I)en  SBal^n  tefriegt  er  utib  eeriest  ben  ©lauben. 

I>od^,  t»te  bn  feftfl,  au«  !inblt(]^em  ®cf(i^(e(3^tc, 
©elbjt  einc  fromme  ©d^aferin,  toie  bu, 
aJeid^t  btr  bte  ©tci^tfttnji  tl^re  ©Btterreti^te, 
©d^tcingt  ^(tf  mit  bit  ben  ete'gen  ©tcrnen  ju. 
Wlit  etner  ®!orte  ifat  fie  bt<i^  umgeben; 
!Did^  fd^uf  ba§  ^erj,  bu  twrjl  unflcr6(t^  lefcen. 

e«  liett  bie  Sclt,  ba«  ©tra^lenbe  ju  fd^toorjen, 
Unb  ba«  (Sr^bne  in  ben  ©tanfc  jn  jiel^n; 
©od^  filrd^te  nid^t!  (2«  giebt  ned^  fd^fine  §erjen, 
3)ie  fftr  ba«  ^ol^e,  Jperrlid^e  entglil^n. 
2)en  kttten  SfKarft  mag  2Momu«  nntcrl^atten ; 
Sin  ebler  ©inn  Uebt  eblere  ©ejlalten. 


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C.    HERMANW    MEBITALE.  187 

JOAN  D'  ABC. 

Translated  by  the  late  H.  Merivale. 


lo  heap  man's  godlike  form  with  foul  derision 
Hath  mockery  roU'd  thee  thro'  the  deepest  du$t. 

With  Beauty  Wit  for  ever  makes  division, 
Nor  God,  nor  Angel,  holds  in  reverent  trust: 

The  treasures  of  the  heart  it  seeks  to  plunder, 
With  Fancy  wars,  and  rends  pure  Faith  asunder. 

Yet,  like  to  thee,  of  childlike  race  descended. 

Herself  a  lowly  shepherdess,  like  thee  — 
To  thee  her  crown  hath  Poesy  extended, 

And  plac'd  thee  in  the  heavenly  galaxy ; 
Thy  brows  hath  circled  with  a  wreath  of  glory. 

And  given  thine  heart  to  live  an  deathless  story. 

The  world  delights  to  blot  the  daystar  s  splendour, 
To  lay  in  dust  the  high,  and  lofty  low; 

Yet  fear  not!   still  are  hearts  that  homage  render 
To  deed  sublime,  and  feel  heroic  glow. 

Momus  may  please  the  busy  mart  that  courts  him  — 
The  nobler  soul  in  nobler  forms  disports  him. 


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188  %'  ^i>n  Chiller. 


3Cm  2Cirtrttf  >ed  ttettfit  ^affrfimhtttd. 


ttla  grcunb!  tt)o  fiffnct  fid^  bem  grictjcn, 

aBo  bcr  tJrei^cit  ftd^  cin  3uflu(3^«ort? 
®a«  ^al^rl^unbcrt  ifi  tm  Sturm  gcfii^cbcn, 

Unb  ba«  ncuc  dffnct  ft(^  mit  Wlott). 
Unb  bag  Sanb  bcr  Sanber  ift  gc^obcn, 

Unb  bic  dten  gormcn  ftilrjcn  cin; 
Slid^t  ba«  aOScItmccr  l^mt  bc«  ^icgc^  Zoitn, 

mdi^t  bar  aiilgott  unb  bcr  aitt  Si^cin. 
3tDo  getDaft'gc  9iationcn  ringcn 

Urn  bcr  SBcIt  oOcinigcn  »cfi^; 
3IUcr  SSnbcr  gtci^eit  ju  tocrfcJ^Ungen, 

©d^tDtng^n  ftc  ben  !I)rcija<f  unb  ben  SUfe. 
@oIb  mug  il^ncn  jebe  Sanbfd^aft  toagen, 

Unb,  tt)ic  Srcnnu^  in  bcr  ro^n  S^xt, 
8egt  bcr  granfe  fcincn  el^men  !I)cgen 

3fn  bic  SEBage  bcr  ®cre<j^tigfeit. 
©cine  §anbe(«flotten  jircrft  bcr  Sritte 

©icrig  tt)ie  ^i)ltji)enarme  au«, 
Unb  ba«  SJcici^  bcr  freicn  ami)]^itritc 

StQ  er  fd^(tc§cn,  mie  fcin  cigncd  ^an9. 
3tt  be«  ©ilbpote  nic  erfclitften  ©tcmcn 

Dringt  fcin  rajUo«  ungcl^cmmter  8auf, 
aUc  Snfeln  fpilrt  cr,  aUc  fcmcn 

fiftfien  —  nur  ba«  ^arabic«  nid^t  auf. 


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C.    HEBMAKN    MERIVALE.  189 


THE  COMMENCEMENT  OF  THE  NINETEENTH 
CENTURY. 

Translated  by  the  late  H.  Merivale. 


Noble  friend!  say  where  may  Freedom  banished, 

Where  may  stricken  Peace  a  refuge  find, 
Now  the  century  in  storm  has  vanished, 

And  the  next  in  carnage  stalks  behind. 
All  old  bonds  of  nations  rent  asunder; 

All  old  forms  swift  hastening  to  decline ; 
Nor  can  Ocean  stay  the  battle's  thunder, 

Nor  the  Nile-God,  nor  the  ancient  Rhine. 
Two  gigantic  rival  states,  contending 

For  the  sole  dominion  of  the  world, 
O'er  all  laws,  all  birthrights  else,   impending 

Have  the  trident  and  the  lightning  hurl'd. 
Every  land  to  them  must  mete  its  treasure ;  ^ 

And,  like  Brennus  in  those  ruder  days, 
Here  the  Frank  his  ponderous  falchion's  measure 

In  the  wavering  scale  of  justice  lays ; 
There  his  fleets  the  Briton,  rich  and  mighty, 

Polypus-like,  stretches  o'er  the  deep. 
And  the  kingdom  of  free  Amphitrite 

Closes  as  his  own  peculiar  keep. 
To  the  South-pole's  hidden  constellations 

In  his  restless^  boundless,   course  he  flies, 
To  all  isles,   aU  coasts  of  furthest  nations ; 

All  —  but  only  those  of  Paradise. 


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190  g.  ^vn  ®(^fler. 

HA,  umfonjl  auf  alien  ?ant>crd^arten 

®}>a]^ji  bu  noici^  t)cm  feligen  ®thict, 
So  tcr  grei^eit  etoig  griiner  ®axttn, 

aSo  tcr  aRcnfd^^eit  fd^one  Nugent  m% 
gnt>Io«  (iegt  bie  3BeU  t)ot  tcinen  93Urfen, 

Unt)  bie  (Sd^ifffa^rt  felbfi  ermtgt  fie  faum; 
!Di)(3^  auf  i^rcm  unermeff'nen  Mien 

3ft  fih:  je^en  ©mdlic^e  nid^t  SRaum. 
3n  t>e«  ^erjend  ^etUg  ftiHe  9iaume 

SDtagt  t)u  flie^en  au«  t)e«  Mens  ®rangl 
grei^eit  ift  nur  in  tern  SJeid^  t>er  34:aume, 

Unt  l?a«  ®d^i>ne  U^t  nur  im  ©efang. 


Sanger^  2C0fc^tc5. 


JDie^^ufe  f(^tt)eigt;  mtt  jungfraulid^en  Sangen, 
Srrijt^en  im  ioerfd^dmten  Slngefid^t, 
Zxiit  fte  »0T  bid^,  i^r  Urtl^eil  ju  empfangen; 
©ie  ad^tet  c«,  bod^  filrd^tet  fie  c«  nid^t. 
!De^  ®uten  SeifaH  njilnfdf^t  fte  ju  ertangen, 
S)en  SBal^rl^eit  rill^rt,  ben  glimmer  nid^t  befiid^t; 
9lur  toem  ein  §erj,  empfanglid^  fiir  ba«  ®d^ene, 
3m  S3ufen  fd^lagt,  ift  njertl^,  bag  er  fie  frone. 

5Rid^t  (anger  tooOen  biefc  Siebcr  (el6en» 

ai«  6i«  il^r  tteng  ein  fill^lenb  ^tx^  erfreut, 

SKit  fd^finern  ^^antaflen  eg  umgeben. 


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LOBD    LTTTON.  191 

Vainly  o'er  the  world's  wide  surface  ranging, 

Would'st  thou  seek  that  blessed  spot  to  know, 
Where  bright  Freedom's  verdure  smiles  unchanging, 

Where  life's  earliest  flowers  undying  blow. 
Endless  lies  the  globe's  huge,  floating  mansion, 

Scarce  can  sail  its  bulk  enormous  trace ; 
Yet  not  -all  throughout  its  vast  expansion 

May  ten  happy  beings  find  a  place. 
To  the  heart's  still  diamber,  deep  and  lonely, 

Must  thou  flee  from  life's  tumultuous  throng : 
Freedom  in  the  land  of  dreams  is  only, 

And  the  Beauteous  blooms  alone  in  song. 


FAREWELL  TO  THE  READER. 

Translated  by  Lord  Lytton. 


Ihe  Muse  is  silent;  with  a  virgin  cheek, 
Bow'd  with  the  blush  of  shame,  she  ventures  near  — 

She  waits  the  judgment  that  thy  lips  may  speak, 
And  feels  the  deference,  but  disowns  the  fear. 

Such  praise  as  Virtue  gives,  'tis  hers  to  seek  — 
Bright  Truth,   not  tinsel  Folly  to  revere; 

He  only  for  her  wreath  the  flowers  should  cull 

Whose  heart,   with  hers,   beats  for  the  Beautiful. 

Nor  longer  yet  these  lays  of  mine  would  live, 
Than  to  one  genial  heart,  not  idly  stealing. 
There  some  sweet  dreams  and  fancies  fair  to  give, 


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192  S-  ^on  ^d^iEer. 

3u  ]^&]^erctt  ©cfill^ctt  c«  gctocii^t; 
3ur  fcmcn  Slad^toclt  woHcn  fie  nid^t  fd^wdbcn, 
@tc  tftttcn,  fie  Joerl^attcn  in  tcr  3^t. 
Dc«  auflcriblide«  8uji  l^ot  ftc  flcboren, 
@ie  fliel^cn  fort  im  leid^tctt  Jattj  t)cr  §orcn» 

Dcr  Scttj  crwad^t,  auf  ben  crtoSrmtcn  J^riftcn 
©d^icgt  frolics  Scbcn  jugcnWi(i^  l^cnjor, 
S)ic  ®taut)c  tottrjt  bic  Suft  mtt  9lcltarbilftcn, 
2)cn  ^imntel  fiillt  ein  muntrcr  ©angevti^or, 
Unt  Sung  unb  ait  ergel^t  ftd^  in  teh  Silftcn, 
Unt  frcuct  ft(i^  unb  fd^todgt  mtt  8lug'  unbDl^r. 
S)er  ?enj  cntfltel^t!  i)ic  Slumc  fd^tegt  in  ©amen, 
Unb  feine  ikiit  bon  aHcn,  tocld^c  famen. 


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LOBD    LYTTON.  193 

Some  hallowing  whispers  of  a  loftier  feeling. 
Not  for  the  far  posterity  they  strive, 

Doom'd  with  the  time,  its  impulse  but  revealing, 
Bom  to  record  the  Moment*s  smile  or  sigh, 
And  with  the  light  dance  of  the  Hours  to  fly. 

Spring  wakes  —  and  life,  in  all  its  youngest  hues, 
Shoots  through  the  mellowing  meads  delightedly; 

Air  the  fresh  herbage  scents  with  nectar-dews; 
Livelier  the  choral  music  fills  the  sky; 

Youth  grows  more  young,  and  age  its  youth  renews. 
In  that  field-banquet  of  the  ear  and  eye; 

Spring  flies  —  lo,   seeds  where  once  the  flowers  have 

blush'dl   — 

And  the  last  bloom  is  gone,  and  the  last  music  hush'd. 


60LD8CBMIDT,  German  Poetry.  13 


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born  1787,  died  1862, 


„6infl«,  went  Ocfang  flegcben. 


13* 


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196  '        Submtg  U^knb. 


S>(^&fm  ^otttttagdrieb. 


Dad  tji  bcr  2ag  t)e«  $crm. 
3(i^  bin  oBcin  auf  tocitcr  glur; 
^Rixi^  Sine  SKorgettglode  nur, 
9lun  pittc  nal^  unb  fern. 

Snbetenb  !nie*  ^  l^ter. 
D  fftgcS  ®taun,  gel^eimcS  SSBel^n, 
ate  fnteten  t)iclc  ungcfcl^n 
Unb  beteten  mit  mir! 

Der  C^immel  nal^  unb  fern 
(£r  iji  fo  fiar  unb  feicrlid^, 
©0  ganj.  ate  tt)oHt*  cr  6ffnen  fld^, 
!Da«  ift  bcr  Jag  bc«  $erm. 


^flrtemUerg. 


lDa«  fann  bir  aber  fe^lcn, 
2Wcin  t^cure«  Saterlanb? 

SKan  l^ort  ja  ttjeit  erja^lcn 
Son  Deinem  ®egen«jlanb. 


„,.„Goo„e  J 


lADT    JOHN    MANNEB8.    —    W.    W.    SKEAT.        197 

THE  SHEPHERD'S  SABBATH-SONG. 

TranUated  by  Lady  John  Manners. 


It  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord; 
Li  the  wide  plain  I  am  alone, 
One  morning  bell  chimes  forth  its  tone, 

Now  perfect  quiet  reigns  abroad. 

Adoring,  kneel  I  here: 

0  secret  awe !  I  thrill,  and  feel 

As  if  a  multitude  did  kneel, 
Unseen,  and  praying  near. 

The  sky,  so  vast  and  broad, 
Is  glorious  on  every  side. 
Almost  as  if  'twould  open  wide  — 

It  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord. 

WUKTEMBERG. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 

What  is  it  that  thou  lackest, 

Mine  own  dear  Fatherland? 
The  rumours  of  thy  riches 

Are  heard  on  every  hand. 


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198  ^toig  Uiilaab. 

SKan  fogt,  bu  fcift  ein  ®arten, 
5)u  fciji  ein  $arat)ie«; 

SBaS'  fatmfl  tu  mcl^t  crwarten, 
SBcnn  man  Wd^  fdig  ?n:fe^? 

gin  SEBort,  ba«  fld^  t>crct*tc, 
®^rad^  jcncr  (S^tcnmann, 

Senn  man  ^'tii  gem  t>erbct*te, 
5)a6  man  c«  t>i)d^  nid^t  lann. 

Unt  ijl  tenn  ni(i^t  ergoffcn 
Dein  grud^tfelb  toic  ein  SWeer? 

Sommt  nid^t  bcr  SKojl  gefloffen 
SSon  taufent  §ttgeln  l^er? 

Unt)  toimmcin  bit  nid^t  ijif^^ 
3ri  jcbcm  Strom  unb  Scid^? 

3jt  nid^t  bcin  aSalbgeMfd^c 
an  2Bi(b  nnr  allju  reid^? 

Ireibt  nid^t  bie  ©oHenl^ctbe 
Slnf  bcincr  tocitcn  2Ub, 

Unb  nS^rcfl  bu  nid^t  ^ferbe 
Unb  ^iinbcr  aHent^alb? 

^M  man  nid^t  fctnl^in  pxtx^m 
!Ded  ®d^t»av}ma(bd  ItSmmig  $^1}^ 

^{l  bu  nid^t  ®alj  unb  (Sifen 
Unb  fettfi  ein  Sorulein  ®olb«? 


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w.  yr,  8K£AT.        "  199 


They  say  thou  art  a  garden, 
Where  £dei^'s  wealth  is  found; 

What  hast  thou  yet  to  wish  for, 
When  .a^  thy  praises  sound? 

We  read,  an  ancient  worthy 
Hath  written  thus  of  thee  : 

**Though  men  should  seek  thy  ruin, 
Thou  couldst  not  ruined  be." 

Do  not  thy  fruitful  cornfields 
Like  some  vast  sea  extend? 

While  from  a  thousand  hill-tops 
Red  streams  of  must  descend? 

And  swarm  not  shoals  of  fishes 
In  every  dyke  and  stream? 

Do  not  thy  foreBt-oopses 
With  game  exhaustless  teem? 

Roams  not  o'er  every  mountain 
The  shepherd's  fieecy  care? 

And  hast  thou  not  strong  horses 
And  heifers  everywhere? 

Is  not  ^ck-Forest  timber 

In  every  land  extolled? 
Hast  thou*  not  salt  and  iron, 

And  ev^grfiins  of  gold? 


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200  £ubmtg  tt^lanb. 

Unt  ftet)  md^t  bcittc  fjraucn 
@o  ]^5a«H^,  frbmm  unt)  ttcu? 

(grbffil^t  in  bchtcn  ®aacn 
9li(i^t  SSktn^Bctfl  ctotg  iwu? 

Unt)  flnt)  tti(^t  brine  SDianncr 
arbritfom,  rcMit^,  fd^Itd^t? 

2)er  grict)^«toerfe  ftcnnct 
Unb  ta))fer,  n>enn  man  fid^t! 

®n  8anb  bc«  Som«  unb  aaScine«, 
Dn  fegcnrrid^  ©efd^lcd^t, 

9a3a«  fe^It  bir?  SCd  nnb  einc«, 
!Da«  ahc  gntc  ^ti)t 


2Cm  ac^fse^titen  ©ctofier  1816. 


(2)em  britten  3a^redtage  ber  ^(a(i^t  t>on  Sei)>2tg.) 

HJcnn  l^cnt  cin  ©ciji  l^cmicbcrfiicgc, 
3ugld(i^  cin  ©Snger  unb  rin  §elb, 
Sin  fold^er,  ber  im  l^cilgen  ^ricgc 
©efaCcn  auf  bcm  ©icgcSfelb, 
!l)cr  fSngc  totHfl  mif  bcutfc^  (Srbc 
Sin  fd^arfc^  8ieb  wic  @(^»erte8fh:ri<l^. 
9li(i^t  fo,  toic  i(^  c«  fftnbcn  ti)crbe» 
Slcin,  l^inmicttfcSftig,  bennetglriti^ : 


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W.    W.    SXEAT.  201 

And  are  not  all  thy  women 

Domestic;  pure,  and  true? 
Blooms  not  in  every  province 

A  Weinsberg  alway  new?* 

And  are  not  all  thy  yeomen 

Industrious,  honest,  blunt? 
In  arts  of  peace  accomplished. 

And  brave  in  battle's  brunt? 

Thou  land  of  com  and  vineyards, 

Whereon  such  blessings  light, 
What  lack'st  thou?  One,  yea,  all  things  — 

Where's  now  the  Good  Old  Right? 

ON  THE  18th  OF  OCTOBER,  1816. 
Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 

(The  third  anniversary  of  the  battle  of  Leipsic.) 

Should  now  some  spirit  here  alight. 

At  once  a  bard  and  warrior  brave. 
Such  as  in  Freedom's  glorious  £^t 

His  life  to  serve  his  country  gave. 
Wide  through  the  German  land  should  ring 

A  stimng,  sabre-edged  song. 
Not  such  as  I,   alas!   shall  sing, 

But  thunder-loud,   divinely  strong:  — 


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1202  2ub»ig  lH^kub. 

„3}lan  \pxct(S^  etnittal.  ton  Seflget^ute, 
2Ran  f^vo^^  toon  einem  gcucrmeet ; 
S)o(!^,  tt)a«  fea«:aro§e  geft  bebcute, 
SBcig  c«  b<enn  jcfetno^  irg«nt>  iocr? 
SBol^I  ntiiffen  ©cijier  niebcrjieigcn, 
SSon  l^cilgem  ©fcr  ftufgcrcgt, 
Unt)  il^re  a3}nnt>enwalc  jciggn, 
S)ag  i^r  t^arein  Wc  Sitiget  Icgt. 

„3]^r  iJilrjien,  fete  jucrft  bcfroget! 
SJerga^t  il^r  icnen  i^g  bcr  ©d^Iat^t, 
?ln  l)em  il^r  auf  ben  Sniccn  laget 
Unt?  l^ulbigtet  l)er  ^o^ern  SKad^t? 
SBenn  eure  ©d^mad^  tie  SSoIfer  lofkn, 
aBenn  il^re  Irene  fie  erj)ro6t, 
©0  iff«  an  ^VLii,,n\6)t  jn  t>ertr8jien, 
3u  Icijien  jcfet,  tt>a«  il^r  gebbt. 

„Sffx  SMIer,  bte  i^r  mel  gefttten, 
SSergagt  anc^  il^r  ben  fd^toiilen  Jag? 
!Da«  ^errlid^jie,  toa«  il^r  erfWtten, 
aaJic  Ionmtt*«,  t)a§  e«  nid^t  frommen  mag? 
3emia(mt  l^abt  il^r  bie  fremben  $ort)en, 
5Do(J^  tnnen  ^t  ftd^  nid^td  g^^Qt, 
Unt  freier  feit  il^r  nid^t  ge»orben, 
Sknn  il^r  ba^  3ted^  nid^t  feftgefteHt. 

„3^r  ©eifen,  mug  wan  eud^  bevid^tcn, 
Die  i^r  bod^  JCOe^  tt>if[en  toottt, 
aOSie  bic  ^infalttgen  unb  ©d^li^ten 
gilr  Hare«  9ieAt  i^r  Slut  g^^Ot? . 


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W.    W.    8KJEA.T.  :3p3 

^Men  spe^  of  triu^plis  loud  and^gay^    - 

Of  bonfii^s  bi3gbt  in  years  gone  by. 
But  who  is  fouiftd  to  <tell  to-day 

What  suph  f€||qioi)^  signify? 
'Twould  seem  that  spirits  must  descend, 

RaiBed  fiom  the  dead  by  holy  zeal, 
To. shew  you  where  their  wounds  extend. 

That  your  own  hands  their  depth  may  feel. 

And  first,   ye  dukes  and  princes,  tell. 

Have  ye  forgot  that  battle-hour, 
When  pn  your  knees  ye  humbly  fell 

And  magnified  h  Higher  Power? 
If  for  your  fame  the  people  fought, 

If  ye  have  ever  found  them  true, 
'Tis  yours,  to  vow  no  more  for  naught, 

But,  what  ye  promised  them,  to  do  I 

Ye  people  who  have  much  endured. 

Have  ye  that  day  of  toil  forgot? 
That  day,   that  matchless  fame  procured  — 

How  comes  it  that  it  profits  not? 
The  foreign  hordes  ye  taught  to  flee. 

There  shines  at  home  no  guiding  light; 
Ye  are  not  free,  ye  are  not  free, 

Ye  have  not  aye  held  fast  the  right. 

Ye  sages,   must  I  hint  to  you 
In  learned  works  so  deeply  read. 

How  well  th'  unlettered  simple  crew 
In  Freedom's  cause  their  life-blood  shed? 


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a04  ^t>»td  U^latib. 

aWetnt  tl^r,  bog  in  ben  l^ctgcn  ©tatl^n 
35tc  3rit,  cm  ^Bntjc,  fld^  ctneut, 
Shir  urn  t)ic  ®cr  an^jubmtcn, 
Die  i^r  geft^frtg  miterfirettt? 

„Q\fx  fJfitpenrStV  "w^  $>ofmatfd^Be 
9Rit  ixikim  Stem  auf  telter  »ntft, 
!Die  il^r  torn  ^orn^f  urn  Sei)>jig«  SaQe 
Sol^t  gar  6t9  l^ente  nid^td  getDugt, 
SSemcl^mt!  an  t>iefem  l^cutgen  lage 
$ielt  ®ott  ter  §err  ein  grog  ©erid^t. 
3]^r  akr  l^Brt  nid^t,  tt)a«  id^  fagc, 
Si)X  glautt  an  ©eiflerflimmen  nid^t. 

,^a«  id^  gefoHt,  l^ab*  id^  gefungen 
Unb  totcber  fd^toing'  id^  mid^  eni^jor; 
9Ba«  meinem"  Slidf  pd^  aufgebrungcn, 
SScrlftnb'  id^  bort  bent  fel'gen  (S^or : 
„.,9tid^t  rill^men  fann  id^,  nid^t  cerbammen, 
Untroplid^  iP'«  nod^  aHer»art«; 
iDod^  fal^  id^  mand^e^  Singe  flonnnen 
Unb  flo^jfen  J)'6xV  id^  mand^e«  C)erj."" 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  206 

Think  ye  that  in  the  flames  of  strife 
The  age  was,  phoenix-like,  re-made, 

Only  to  bring  the  eggs  to  life 
That  ye  so  busily  have  laid? 

Ye  councillors  and  courtiers  all. 

With  tarnished  stars  on  breasts  of  stone, 
Who  of  the  fight  by  Leipsic's  wall 

Till  now,  perchance,  have  never  known. 
Enow  that  on  this  eventful  day 

Did  Qod  His  righteous  dooms  reveal; 
But  ah!   —  ye  hear  not  what  I  say, 

Nor  faith  in  Spirit-voices  feel. 

The  lay  1  yearned  to  sing  is  o'er, 

I  seek  the  skies  from  whence  I  came; 
What  here  has  come  mine  eyes  before, 

I  to  the  heavenly  host  proclaim. 
1  scarce  can  praise,  I  will  not  blame, 

Small  hope  on  every  side  is  found; 
Yet  saw  I  many  an  eye  aflame, 

And  many  a  heart  I  heard  to  bound!"* 


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206  Suhvig  U^^loiib. 


ftet6t  oBgefd^ietnen  @etftent  t)ie  @txorit 

3tt  fel^rcn  nad^  bcm  irbfd^cn  aufcnt^alt, 

©0  fel^tcp  bu  nid^t  in  bet  aJtonbcnnad^t, 

aBcrni  nut  bic  ©d^nfud^t  utib  bie  ©d^tDcrmat^  toad^t; 

9ietn,  tDann  etn  ©onn^motgcn  nk^rftetgt, 

So  fid^  im  tt>eHeit  ^oit  !ein  SKHtd^n  jetgt, 

So  ^od^  unb  gotben  fid^  bie  Qtnte  ^ftt, 

SKit  tot^tt,  Maticn  Slumcn  l^ett  burd^tortt, 

Dann  toanbeCfl  bu,  »tc  ctnfl,  burd^  ba«  OcfUb 

Unb  grilgcfi  jcbcn  ©d^nhtct  freunbU(^  milb. 


3Citi5:  „2lormattnif(§er  28ratt(§/^ 

X^oritba  flngt: 

Wo^{  fifet  am  a»ccrc«flranbc 
Sin  garter  Sungfraulcin ; 

©ie  angelt  ntand^e  ©tunbe, 
^cin  ijifd^lein  6ci§t  i^r  cin. 

®ic  1^  'ncn  9Kng  cm  finger 

aOKt  rotl^ni  Sbclficin, 
3)en  binb*t  fic  an  bic  SIngcC, 

Sitft  i^n  in«  SDlccr  l^incin. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.    —    W.    CULLEN   BRYANT.         207' 

ON  THE  DEATH  OF  A  VILLAGE-PtllEST. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


If  with  departed  souls  the  power  doth  dwell 
Again  to  visit  scenes  once  loved  so  well, 
Thou  wilt  not  comie  when  moonlight  floods  the  skies, 
When  only  sadness  wakes,  and  passion  sighs. 
No  I  when  the  summer's  morning  softly  breaks, 
When  the  blue  sky  is  free  from  cloudy  flakes. 
When  wave  tiie  corn-fields  high  of  golden  hue, 
Enwoven  bright  with  flowerets  red  and  blue. 
Then  through  the  fields  thoult  wander  as  erewhile. 
Greeting  each  reaper  with  a  friendly  smile. 


FROM  "A  NORMAN  CUSTOM;  A  DRAMATIC 
POEM." 

Translated  by  W.  Cullen  Bryant. 


A  noriheni  legend. 

iThor {Ida's  Song.) 

There  sits  a  lovely  maiden, 
The  ocean  murmuring  nigh ; 

She  throws  the  hook,  and  watches; 
The  fishes  p^ss  it  by. 

A  ring,  with  a  red  jewel. 
Is  sparkling  on  her  hand; 

Upon  the  hook  she  binds  it. 
And  flings  it  from  the  land. 


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208  Subtoig  U^knb. 

®a  i^it  fld^  au9  ber  licfe 
'9lc  $ant)  toic  Slfcnbcin, 

®ic  lagt  am  ginger  Uxnlm 
®a«  go  tone  9ttngetein. 

®a  ]^6t  flc!^  att«  tjem  ®mnbe 
Sin  Slitter  jung  unt)  fein, 

Sr  prangt  in  golbnen  (Bifvcpptn 
Unt)  f})ielt  im  @onnenf(i^etn. 

®a3  9Wat»ti^ett  f})ri(i^t  crf^rocfen: 
„9Zein,  et»lcr  9iitter,  ncin. 

Sag  t»u  mein  3iinglein  go(t)cn! 
@ar  nid^t  fccgel^rt'  id^  t»ein." 

^SWan  angelt  nid^t  nad^  gifti^en 
a»it  ®olt?  unt?  (gbelftein; 

©as  Stinglein  lag'  iii  nimmcr, 
SWein  eigcn  xmx^t  t)tt  fein." 


'Ser  Bfin^e  ^onig. 

Was  jlel^t  t?er  nortfd^en  ged^ter  ©d^aar 

§od^  auf  fees  5D?eercS  Sorb? 
SQBaS  toitt  in  feinem  grauen  $aar' 

Dcr  Mint?e  tiJnig  tort? 
(£r  ruft,  in  bittrem  $amie 

^ttf  feinen  ©tab  gelcl^nt, 
Dag  ttberm  2)ieereSarme 

DaS  Silant)  t»iet)ert(Jnt. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  JOd 

Uprises  from  the  water 

A  hand  like  ivory  fair. 
What  gleams  upon  its  finger? 

The  golden  ring  is  there. 

Uprises  from  the  bottom 

A  young  and  handsome  ^night; 

In  golden  scales  he  rises, 
That  glitter  in  the  light. 

The  maid  is  pale  with  terror  — 

'^Nay,  Knight  of  Ocean,   nay, 
It  was  not  thee  I  wanted; 

Let  go  the  ring,  I  pray." 

**Ah,   maiden,   not  to  fishes 

The  bait  of  gold  is  thrown; 
The  ring  shall  never  leave  me, 

And  thou  must  be  my  own." 

THE  BLIND  KING. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


Why  hasten  to  the  shining  sands 

The  warriors  of  the  North? 
Why,  with  white  head  uncovered,  stands 

The*  blind  old  monarch  forth? 
Hark !  o'er  his  stafi*  low-bending, 

Loud  shouts  the  anguished  king, 
Till,  o'er  the  straits  extending, 

The  isle's  loud  echoes  ring. 

GoiDscHMiDT,  German  Poetry.  14 


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210  ilubtoig  U^knb. 

„@icb,  dauber  au«  tern  fJctetJcrUcg, 

®ic  Sod^ter  mir  jurild! 
3^r  $)arfenfriel,  t^r  Sieb  fo  filg 

2Bar  meitic^  Sbcrflt  ®UM. 
Com  iJanj  auf  grilnem  ©tranbe 

^aft  t»u  fie  ttjeggeraufct; 
®ir  ifi  e«  etoig  ©c^anbe, 

aWir  beugt'^  t>a«  graue  ^aupt!" 

3)a  tritt  au«  fciner  Sluft  l^enoor 

Der  9tau6er  grog  unt)  loito, 
Sr  fd^ioingt  fein  i£)taenfd^tt)ert  enqjor 

Unt?  fd^lagt  an  feinen  ©d^ilt): 
„I)u  ^aft  fa  Diele  Sac^ter, 

2Barum  benn  Ktten'8  bic? 
Dir  bient  fo  manci^cr  ged^ter, 

Unt»  fciner  fam^jft  um  fie?" 

Slod^  fie^n  tie  ged^ter  afle  jiumtn, 

Jritt  feiner  au«  ben  9iei^n, 
5)cr  bfinbe  tifnig  lel^rt  fici^  um: 

„93in  id^  benn  ganj  aflein?" 
!Da  fa§t  be«  SaterS  9ie(i^te 

@ein  jungcr  ©o^n  fo  toarm: 
„8ergiJnn'  mir*«',  bag  id^  fed^te! 

SBo^t  fttl^r  id^  ^aft  tm  Slrm." 

,X)  ©ol^n,  ber  gcinb  ift  ricfcnflarf, 
3^m  ^iclt  nod^  feiner  ©tanb , 

Unb  bod^,  in  bir  ift  eb(e«  SWarf, 
3d^  f^^r«  am  Drud  ber  §<inb. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  211 

''Give,  pirate  I  from  thy  rock-retreat, 

Give  back  my  daughter  dear  ! 
Her  soundiDg  harp,   her  song  so  sweet 

My  drooping  age  did  cheer. 
Here  once  she  danced  in  gladness 

Thou  stol'st  my  child  away ; 
My  head  thoust  bowed  with  sadness, 

Thyself  art  shamed  for  aye !" 

Then  issues  from  his  rocky  cave 

The  'giant  fierce  and  proud ; 
His  giant  sword  behold  him  wave, 

His  heavy  shield  clangs  loud. 
''Sure  thoii  hadst  guards  unnumbered. 

But  none  would  dare  to  stir ; 
With  warriors  thou  art  cumbered, 

Will  no  one  fight  for  her?'' 

There  steps  no  champion  from  the  ring, 

But  all  are  mute  as  stone; 
Round  turns  in  grief  the  aged  king; 

"Why  mourn  I  here  alone?" 
A  hand  his  own  is  pressing, 

His  son  claims  leave  to  fight; 
"0  father,  grant  thy  blessing, 

I  feel  mine  arm  hath  might." 

"0  son,  a  giant's  strength  hath  he, 

Before  him  none  may  stand, 
And  yet  —  true  courage  reigns  in  thee, 

So  firm  thou  hold'st  my  hand. 

14* 


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312  ^tDtg  U^nb. 

5Rtmm  ^ier  bic  altc  ^luigc! 

Sic  iji  tcr  ©!a(tcri  $rei«. 
Unt)  fottfl  t)U,  fo  t)erf(i^linge 

Die  glutl^  mi(j^  amicn  ®tei«!" 

Unt)  ^ord^ !  e«  fd^Sumet,  unb  c«  raufd^t 

3)er  aia^cn  iiBerS  aWeer, 
Der  blinbe  SiJitig  jte^t  unt  (aufd^t, 

Unt»  alle«  fd^ttjeigt  um^er, 
8i«  briibcn  fi(^  erl^okn 
•    3)er  (S(!^ilt)'  unt)  ®(i^ti)crter*©(!^4H 
Unti  tantpfgefd^vei  unt)  Io6en 

Unb  bumpfer  aSieberl^att. 

Da  ruft  t)cr  ®rei«  fo  freubig  Bang: 

„®agt  an,  tt5a§  i^x  erfd^autl 
SDtein  ©d&tcert,  id^  fenn'^  am  guten  Stang, 

®8  gab  fo  fd^arfen  ?aut." 
„Dcr  JRauber  tjlt  gefaUen, 

Or  l^at  Den  6Iut'gen  Sol^n. 
§cil  t)ir,  t)U  ^clb  Der  Sflen, 

3)u  ftarfer  tonig«fo]^n!" 

Unt)  toieber  twirt)  e3  fliH  um^cr, 

3)er  SBnig  pe^t  unt)  (aufd^t: 
„2Ba«  ]^6r'  id^  fommen  uBer'5  SKeer? 

g«  rubert  unb  eS  rauf^t." 
„®ie  fommen  angefal^ren, 

3)ein  Sol^n  mit  ®d^tt)ert  unb  ®d^ilb ; 
3n  fonnen^ettcn  ^aaren 

Dcin  lodbterlein  ©unilb." 


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W.    W.'   8KEAT.  213 

Here,   take  my  sword,  for  slaughter 

Renowned  in  minstrels'  tale, 
And  let  this  surging  water 

Receive  me,   should'st  thou  fail." 

And  hark !   with  keen  and  rushing  prow 

The  skiff  skims  o*er  the  deep; 
The  blind  old  king  stands  listening  now, 

A  silence  spreads  like  sleep; 
Soon  o'er  the  straits  the  rattle 
-  Of  sword  and  shield  is  sent, 
And  mingled  cries  of  battle 

With  echoes  strangely  blent. 

With  anxious  glee  the  old  man  spoke, 

^Oh  say,  what  have  ye  seen? 
My  sword  —  I  know  its  grinding  stroke, 

It  sounds  so  sharp  and  keen!" 
"The  pirate's  blood,   out-welling, 

Is  now  his  crime's  reward. 
Hail  thou  !   in  strength  excelling, 

Brave  prince,   heroic  lord  I" 

Once  more  o'^r  all  doth  silence  reign, 

The  King  bends  down  to  hark; 
"What  hear  I  come  across  the  main, 

A  rush  of  oars  —  a  barkf 
"They  come  to  thy  caresses  — 

Thy  son  with  sword  and  shield; 
And,   crowned  with  sunbright  tresses, 

Thy  darling  child  Gunild!" 


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214  SubtDig  U^tanb. 

„2Bitfommcn!"  ruft  Dom  ^o^n  ©tern 

Dcr  fcUnbc  ®rci^  l^ctab, 
„9iun  toitt)  mein  SHtcr  tuoitnig  fcin 

Unt)  d^renDoK  tncin  ®ra6. 
35u  legfl  mtr,  Sol^n,  jur  ©eitc 

S)a^  ©d^tocrt  ton  gutcm  Slang; 
©unHtc,  bu  Scfreite, 

©tngfl  mir  ben  ©ra'bgefang." 


'Sas  ^c^fofi  am  Sffleere. 


j||afl  bu  t)a«  ®^(og  gefe^en, 
S)a^  ^o^e  ®d^(o§  am  3Keev? 

®olt^n  unt  roflg  rotten 
Die  aBo(fen  brttfcer  l^er. 

(g«  miJci^te  fid^  nicbemeigen 

3n  t»ie  f})iegeH(are  glutl^, 

@3  mfid^te  ftreben  unt»  fteigen 

3n  ber  WBenbtoolfen  ®Iut^. 

,^0)^1  l^afc'  iif  c«  gefcl^cn, 
3)a«  l^D^e  Sd^log  am  SWccr, 

Unb  ten  9Wonb  bartiber  jtel^en 
Unb  9Ze6el  n^eit  um^er." 

Det  SBinb  nnb  be«  9Rcere«  SBaHen, 
®a6en  jle  frifd^cn  Stang? 

SSema^mfi  bu  au8  tiol^en  fatten 
©aiten  unb  gefigefang? 


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HENBY    W.    LONGFELLOW.  215 

Blithe  welcome  from  the  cliff  on  high 

The  blind  old  monarch  gave ; 
^ow  bHss  shall  crown  me  ere  I  die. 

And  honour  deck  my  grave. 
My  sword,   renowned  for  slaughter, 

O  son,  beside  me  lay. 
Gunild,  my  ransomed  daughter, 

My  dirge  shall  softly  play!" 

THE  CASTLE  BY  THE  SEA. 
Translated  by  Henry  W.   Longfellow. 


riast  thou  seen  that  lordly  castle, 

That  Castle  by  the  Sea? 
Golden  and  red  above  it 
The  clouds  float  g6rgeously. 

''And  fain  it  would  stoop  downward 

To  the  mirror'd  wave  below; 
And  fain  it  would  soar  upward 

In  the  evening's  crimson  glow." 

'^ell  have  I  seen  that  castle, 

That  Castle  by  the  Sea, 
And  the  moon  above  it  standing. 

And  the  mist  rise  solemnly.'' 

"The  winds  and  the  waves  "of  ocean, 

Had  they  a  merry  chime? 
Didst  thou  hear,  from  those  lofty  chambers, 

The  harp  and  the  minstrel's  rhyme?" 


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216  Sufctcig  Uf^lanb. 

„3)ie  aaSintc,  tjic-aBojen  oUe 
Sagen  in  tiefer  Slui^'; 

eincm  Stagelie^  au«  t)er  ^aUt 
§6rf  i^  mit  I^romn  ju," 

©al^efi  t>tt  oben  gcl^n 

!Dcn  ffSnig  unt)  fcht  ®ema^l, 
!Der  rotl^n  SWantcl  Sel^cn, 

Der  gotenen  ^oncti  @tta|l? 

gul^rten  fie  m(^t  mit  aSJonne 
Sine  f(i^cne  3nngfran  tax. 

^txxliii  toie  eine  ©onne, 
©ttal^lent)  tm  golbncn  i£)aar? 

,^^I  faV  i«^  t)ie  @ltern  beibe 
D^ne  ber  ^onen  Sid^t 

3m  f^tparjen  Sranerf teibe ; 
S)ie  3nngfran  fal^'  idtf  nid^t." 


'Sa^  -Stdttbc^en. 


HDad  ttjeden  au«  tem  ®(!^lummer  mt<!& 

gilv  fil§e  mange  boc^? 
D  5D?ntter,  fie^!  wer  mag  e8  fein 

3n  fpater  Stuntoe  noci^? 

„3(^  ^6re  ni^t&,  i(^  fe^e  ntd^tg, 
D  f(!^lummre  fort  fo  tint)! 

5D'ian  bringt  bit  feine  ©tanbc^en  je^t, 
S)n  arme«  tranlejg  tint)!" 


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HENBY    W.    LONGFELLOW.  217 

'^he  winds  and  the  waves  of  ocean, 

They  rested  quietly; 
But  I  heard,  on  the  gale,  a  sound  of  wail. 

And  tears  came  to  mine  eye.'' 

"And  sawest  thou  on  the  turrets 

The  King  and  his  royal  bride? 
And  the  wave  of  their  crimson  mantles? 

And  the  golden  crown  of  pride? 

''Led  they  not  forth,  in  rapture, 

A  beauteous  maiden  there? 
Resplendent  as  the  morning  sun, 

Beaming  with  golden  hair?" 

'^ell  saw  I  the  ancient  parents, 

Without  the  crown  of  pride ; 
They  were  moving  slow,  in  weeds  of  woe. 

No  maiden  was  by  their  side!" 


THE  SERENADE. 

Translated  by  Lady  John  Manners. 

fV^hat  irom  my  slumber  wakens  me  - 
What  sweet  tones  echo  near? 
O  mother,  see,  what  can  it  be 
At  this  late  hour  I  hear?" 

"0  slumber,  slumber  calmly  still, 

Nothing  I  hear  or  see; 
For  now  they  bring  no  serenade. 

Poor  suffering  child,  to  thee." 


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218  -Sttbtoig  lH>knb. 

2Ba«  mit^  fo  freutig  moii^t, 
SKic^  rufcn  (gngcl  mit  ©efatig; 
D  SKuttct,  gute  SRac^t! 


^e^  Satigeri^  25te5^rfte^r. 


5Dort  ttegt  bet  ©Sngcr  auf  t?er  SSa^rc, 
Dcg  bteid^er  9Wunb  letn  ?tet>  fccginnt; 

(S«  hSitjen  S)apl^ne«  fattc  $aarc 
Die  ©time,  t)ic  nid^t^  me^r  erftniit. 

SKan  Icgt  ju  i^m  in  fd^muden  9iotteri 
S)ie  leltett  Siebcr,  tie  cr  fang; 

Die  Seier,  bie  fo  l^ett  erfd^otten, 
Siegt  tt)xa  in  5lrmen,  fonber  tlang. 

©0  fd^lummert  er  ben  tiefen  ©d^Iummer; 

©cjn  Sieb  nmt»e^t  nod^  jebeg  £)% 
Dod^  na^rt  e«  jlet«  ben  ^erben  Summer, 

Dag  man  ben  §errUd^en  t>erlor.    * 

SBo^l  SKonbcn,  3al^re  flnb  t>erfd^t»unben, 
Sij})ref[en  tou(^fen  um  fein  ®xab, 

Die  feinen  lob  fo  l^erb  emj)funben, 
@ie  fanfen  atte  fclfeft  l^inab. 


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LADY    JOHN    MANNEBS.  219 

^t  is  no  music  of  the  earth 

That  fills  me  with  delight, 
Angels  are  calling  me  \v;ith  song; 

O,  mother  mine,  good  night!" 


THE  MINSTREL'S  RETURN. 
Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.   Skeat. 

The  minstrel  on  the  bier  reclines, 
His  pallid  lips  no  songs  outpour; 

Its  faded  leaves  the  laurel  twines 

Around  the  brow  that  thinks  no  more. 

And  there,   in  scrolls  rolled  neatly  round. 
Are  laid  the  songs  that  last  he  sang; 

His  hands  still  touch,  without  a  sound, 
The  harp  that  once  so  blithely  rang. 

Tho'  sleeping  thus  his  last  long  sleep. 
Still  sound  his  songs  in  everj'  ear, 

And  feed  men's  sorrow  keen  and  deep 
For  loss  of  one  sublime  and  dear.  — 

Now  many  a  month  and  year  have  fled, 
Above  him  waves  the  cypress  dim; 

And  they  who  mourned  the  minstrel  dead, 
Themselves  have  sunk  to  sleep,  like  him. 


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210  Subioid  U^Ianb.  - 

©od^  toie  bcr  grill^Kng  toiebcrfcl^rct 
9»it  frift^  traft  unt)  ^egfamfeit, 

®o  toanbcCt  je^t  toerjftngt,  t>crtt5rct, 
Dcr  Sanger  in  ber  ncucn  2Ai. 

Sr  ift  ben  Sebenben  t>ereinet, 
SJom  §au(^  be«  ®rabe«  leine  ©pur. 

Die  Sortueft,  bie  i^n  tobt  gemeinet, 
8ebt  fettfl  in  feinem  fiebe  nur. 


^er  StttJ^ent 


3lte  \&i  einft  feei  Salamanca 
5tii^  in  einem  ®arten  fa§, 

Unb  6eim  ©d^lag  ber  ^iac^tigaUen 
(Smfig  tm  ^onterud  \^, 

Sie  in  gldnjenben  ®e»anben 

Helena  ju  3inne  trat, 
Unb  fo  ^txtXv&\  flt^  erjeigte 

S)em  troianif(i^en  ©enat, 

S)a§  Dernei^mlid^  ber  unb  jener 
8mmmt  in  feinen  grauen  35art: 

„@ol(^  ein  335ei6  toarb  nie  gefe^, 
Xraun,  fte  tfl  t>on  ®6tterart/' 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  221 

Yet  as  the  spring  returns,  endued 
With  verdure  fresh  and  quickening  power; 

So  lives,  with  fame  and  youth  renewed, 
The  minstrel  —  to  this  latest  hour. 

Unblighted  by  the  grave's  cold  breath, 

To  living  men  he  yet  belongs; 
The  age,   that  once  bemoaned  his  death. 

Survives  but  in  his  deathless  songs. 


THE  STUDENT. 

(From  Blackwood  s  Magazine.     May  1846.) 


As  by  Salamanca's  cit}% 

Once  I  sate  within  the  vale, 
And  while  birds  were  round  me  singing, 

Read  in  Homers  master  tale; 

How,  in  gay  and  rich  apparel, 

Helen  mounted  Ilion's  wall ; 
And  so  wondrous  seemed  her  beauty 

To  the  Trojan  elders  all, 

^'That  each  greybeard  to  his  neighbour 
Muttered,  gazing  on  her  face  : 

Trust  me,  never  was  there  woman 
Seen  so  fair  of  earthly  race!" 


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222  Subkoig  U^knb. 

ate  ii^  fo  mk^  ganj  wrtiefct, 
ffiu^t'  ii^  nid^t,  toit  mir  flcfc^a^, 

3fn  t>ic  ©latter  fu^r  cin  aSSe^en, 
Dag  ic^  jiauncnb  um  mid^  fa^. 

2luf  benad^6artcm  93al(onc 

3Bc((^  cin  aSunt)«r  fc^aut'  id^  bal 

®ort  in  glanjenben  ©etoantcn 
(Stant)  cin  SBeib  toie  ^(cna, 

Unt)  cin  ®rau6art  il^r  jur  ©eite, 
Dcr  fo  fcltfam  frcunbKd^  t^at, 

S)ag  ic^  fd^tooren  mod^t*,  er  xacixt 
3Jon  ber  Jrocr  ^ol^ent  ^tatlj. 

S)o(^  id^  fe(6ft  wart)  cin  5ld^aer, 
®cr  id^  nun  feit  iencm  Za^ 

3Sor  tern  feften  ©artcnl^aufc, 
Siner  neuen  Iroja,  lag. 

Um  e«  uni)crblilmt  ju  fagcn, 
2Rand^e  ®ommcrtt)o(^'  cnttang 

Sam  i^  bort^in  jeben  2lbcnb 
SKit  ber  Saut'  unb  mit  Oefang, 

JHagt'  in  mannigfad^cn  3Beifcn 
9Keiner  Sicbc  Oual  unb  Drang, 

Si«  julc^t  t)om  l^o^cn  ©itter 
©ilgc  atntlDort  nicbcrflang. 


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ANONYMOUS.  223 

And  I  deeper  read  and  deeper, 

Marking  nought  that  passed  around, 

Till  the  leaves  heside  me  rustled, 
Then  I  started  at  the  sound. 

On  a  neighbouring  balcony, 

What  a  wonder  there  I  saw ! 
There  in  gay  and  rich  apparel 

Stood  a  maid  like  Helena. 

And  an  old  man  was  behind  her, 
With  so  strange,  yet  kind  a  mien, 

That  I  could  have  sworn  —  the  elder 
Had  of  Priam's  counsel  been. 

Then  was  I  a  bold  Achaian, 

For  from  that  remember 'd  day, 
Ever  near  the  haunted  dwelling, 

Like  another  Troy^  I  lay. 

Simply  to  relate  my  story  — 

Many  a  week  of  summer  long, 
Came  I  every  evening  thither, 

With  my  lute  and  with  my  song, 

Told  in  many  a  mournful  ditty 

All  my  love  and  all  my  pain. 
Till  from  out  the  lofty  lattice 

Came  a  sweet  response  again. 


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1 


224  SitbtPig  variant. 

(Bol6^  ®)>tel  tntt  S&ort  unb  S^^nen 
^xiibtn  toix  em  l^olied  -Sol^t, 

Unt)  au(i^  t>ted  tt>ar  nur  \>tv%ixmtt, 
SBei(  ^Ib  tauB  ber  SJormmtb  i»ax. 

$u6  er  glet(i^  m  oft  t)om  Soger 
®(^laf(i)^,  eiferffi(i^tig  ibong, 

Sliekn  bo(i^  i^m  unftc  Stimmen 
Ungel^firt  toie  ©pl^Srcnttong. 

Jlfecr  einji  (bic  Staci^t  toor  fci^ourtg, 
@tem(o«,  pnjtcr  tote  ba«  ®rab) 

^lang  auf  ba«  getool^ttte  S^^^^ji 
Seine  Jluttoort  mir  ^crofc; 

5Rur  ein  alt  ja]^nlofe«  graulein 
SEBorb  i)on  meiner  ©timme  tt>ad^, 

9iur  bad  alte  graulein  fi(!^o 
©tSl^nte  meine  Slagcn  nad^: 

SWeine  ®(!^one  war  t>erfd^tj)ttnbett, 
Seer  bie  S^mxatx,  leer  ber  @aal, 

Seer  ber  blumenreici^e  ®atten, 
9iing«  i)erobet  33erg  unb  S^al. 

3((i^,  unb  nie  ^att'  t<j^  erfal^ren 
dl^re  ^eimatl^,  i^rcn  ©tanb, 

SBeil  fie,  beibeS  ju  t}erf(]^tt)eigen, 
^ngeIo6t  mit  Sltunb  unb  $anb. 


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AKaNTMOTTS.  225 

Thus  exohiAging  word  and  music 
Passed  we  half  the  fleefing  year;  — 

Even  this  was  only  granted 
While  the  dotard  did  not  hear. 

Often  from  his  couch  he  wandered, 

Restless,  jealous,  and  awake; 
But  unheard  by  him  our  voices, 

As  the  songs  the  planets  make. 

But  at  last  —  the  night  was  fearful. 
Starless,  gloomy  as  the  grave  — 

To  my  well-accustomed  signal 
No  response  the  loved  one  gave  ; 

Only  one  old  toothless  lady 

Heard  me  evermore  complain  — 

Only  that  old  maiden,  Echo, 
Sent  me  back  my  call  again. 

Vanished  was  my  love  —  my  beauty  — 

•Empty  chamber,  room,  and  hall; 
Empty  was  the  blooming  garden  — 
Cold  and  desolate  were  all! 

Ah!  and  ne'er  had  I  discovered, 

Where  her  home,  or  what  her  name ; 

For  by  word  and  sign  she  threatened 
Never  to  disclose  the  same. 

GoiDscHHiDT ,  German  Po«tr7.  15 


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5Ra^  uttb  feni,  oaif  tact  Sfol^; 
^en  $omerttd  Ue§  t^  lie^en, 

9la^m  Die  ?<)^te  juv  %f{i^rtin 

Unt)  ^)or  jeglic^m  |ttt<^n, 
Untcr  iebem  ©ittcrfenflcr 

fjrag'  ^  Ictf  mit  $Bncjj  an. 

Sing'  in  ©tabt  unt)  Setb  t)a8  Sictd^cn, 

!£)ad  im  @alamanler  X^al 
3et)en  Slbcnb  id^  gcfungen 

5IRcincr  Sieifejlcn  jum  Signal; 

2)o(i^  bic  Snttoort,  bic  erfcl^ntc, 
iiJnct  nimmermcl^r,  unt),  ad^, 

9hir  t>a«  altc  graulein  Sd^o 
9ieiji  jur  Dual  mir  cnng  nad^. 


J  a  r  a  f  b. 


Hot  fcinm  $c«iC9efo(ge  rttt 
!5)cr  tft]^^  $eto  $aralt) ; 
@ie  )og^n  in  bed  SOtonbed  ®i^n 
S)ur(i^  einen  toilben  393alb. 


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W.    W.    8K1SAT.  227 

Then  I  went  about  to  seek  her, 

Far  and  near,  my  lot  to  try ; 
Homer's  tale  I  left  b«^ind  me, 

For  Ulysses  self  was  I ! 

But  I  took  my  lute  to  guide  me. 

And  beaide  each  castle-Hloor, 
Under  every  lattice  window, 

Made  I  music  as  before; 

Sang  the  strain  in  field  and  city 

Which,  in  Salamanca's  grove, 
Every  evening  I  had  chanted 

As  a  signal  to  my  love ; 

But  the  hoped-for,  longed-for  answer 

Came  not  back  to  bless  my  ear. 
Only  that  old  lady,  Echo, 

Travelled  with  me,  ever  near. 


HAROLD. 

Imitated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skec 


Heading  his  heroes 

Hardy  king  Harold, 
Marching  by  moonlight 

Moved  through  the  forest. 

15' 


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228  Sttbteig  U^knb. 

@ic  tragcn  maud^*  crfSmpftc  Qfo^n*, 
S)te  ]^o(i^  tm  SBtnbe  tDalK, 
®te  flngen  ntand^ed  ®iege^eb, 
Da«  burd^  tic  99ctge  l^oHt. 

aBa«  raufd^t,  laufd^t  im  Ocbllfd^? 
aSBad  toicgt  fid^  auf  bcm  ©oum? 
aBa«  fcnfet  au«  ben  aSJotlcn  fic^ 
Unb  taud^t  aud  ©trome^  ©d^aum? 

aBa«  toirft  mtt  93(umen  urn  unb  urn? 
S93a^  pngt  fo  toonniglid^? 
aSBa^  tanjet  burd^  bcr  triegcr  9tcil^n, 
©d^toingt  auf  bie  JRoffc  fi(^? 

Sa3a«  tojt  fo  fanft  unb  fiigt  fo  fiig 
Unb  ^It  fo  linb  umfagt 
Unb  nimmt  bag  ©d^tocrt  unb  jiel^t  bom  9tc% 
Unb'lagt  ni^t  5Ru^*  nod^  dta^. 

(g«  tfi  bcr  Slfcn  Icid^tc  ©d^aar; 
$ter  ^«ft  !ctn  ffitbcrfianb, 
®(^on  fmb  bie  ^cgcr  aW  bal^in, 
©inb  att*  im  §ecnlanb. 

yivix  ex,  bcr  93efic,  blieb  jurftdt, 
Der  fft^ne  $elb  ©aralb; 
(gr  ift  t)om  SBirkl  big  jur  ©ol^r 
3n  l^ortcn  ©tal^l  gcfd^noHt. 


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W.    W.    8KBAT.  229 

Banners  their  hands  Mre  ^ 

Taken  in  battle; 
Wildly  their  war-flags 

Waved  in  the  wind; 
Wildly  their  war-songs 

Rang  through  the  woodland. 
What  bodeth  yon  bustle 

That*8  heard  in  the  brushwood? 
What  swings  there,  close-swarming, 

And  sways  in  the  tree-tops? 
What  drops  from  the  dark  cloud, 

And  darts  from  the  fountain? 
What  flings  to  them  flowers, 

While  fluently  singing? 
What  whirls  round  each  warrior. 

And  leaps  on  each  war-horse? 
What  clasps  them  so  closely, 

And  clings  to  their  armour? 
Draweth  their  daggers, 

And  drags  them  from  horseback, 
Conquers  their  calmness, 

And  keeps  them  unquiet? 

'Tis  the  army  of  Elfins ! 

No  aid  can  avail  them^ 
The  fairies  have  found  them, 

And  force  them  to  Fay-land! 

But  hardy  king  Harold, 
Brave  hero,  was  left  there; 


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Sa  fetne  ^eger  finb  entrfidft, 
Da  Kcgctt  ©d^tocrt  u»b  ®(!^to ; 
Die  9ioffc,  toig  t|ter  ^crm, 


3n  grogcr  Srmter  ritt  ton  bann 
3)cr  flolje  ^etb  §arate; 
ffir  tttt  attein  im  !Wont>enfd^ctn 
agjol^I  t)ur(^  t)CTt  tocitcrt  SBalt. 


3Som  tjclfen  raufci^t  e«  frifd^  unb  Mar; 
gr  fpringt  t>om  SRoffc  fd^ncH, 
(Sr  fd^nattt  »om  $)aufte  fid^  ben  $elm 
Uttt  trinft  t>om  VXffkn  DucU. 


Do(i^,  me  er  foam  bes  Durfi  gefltUt, 
SScrfagt  t^m  arm  unto  SBiem; 
et  mit|  fW^  fcfeea  <mf  ben  §ett, 
gr  ni*  UTtb  fci^Iummert  etn. 


gr  f(]^lttmmcrt  auf  bcmfcttcn  ®tctn 
@(3^on  moinl^c  l^unbert  3a]^r\ 
3)a«  C)att?)t  gefcnfet  auf  btc  SSrujt, 
5IRit  grauem  ©art  unb  ^aor. 


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From  Bteel-cop  to  Btfnrap 

In  9t^l  waiB  he  vased. 
6&ifMs  Bees  ke  and  swordg, 

Tho'  the  swoEdsmen  have  vanished; 
Bereft  of  their  riders 

Steeds  rush  thro'  the  forest. 
Heavy  at  heart 

The  hardy  king  Harold 
Mused  as  he  moved 

Through  the  forest  by  moonlight. 

Down  from  a  dark  deft 

A  fountain  is  dashing, 
Lightly  down^leaping 

He  loosens  his  helmet; 
Lightly  down-leaping 

He  ii^peth  the  cool  wave. 
He  feels  that  his  forces 

Wax  faiAt  as  he  df inketh ; 
He  slumbetls  and  sleeps 

As  he  sinks  on  the  boulders. 
He  r^isfs  on  his  TOck*b6d, 

Naught  refeking,  for  ages; 
His  head^  with  his  hoRr  locks, 

Still  heaves  with  his  breathing. 

When  flameth  and  flasheth 
The  flare  of  the  lightning; 

When  rustle  the  rain-drops 
And  roUeth  the  thunder, 


L, 


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232  Sittote  \XffiMt>. 

SBann  9Ii^  ituStUr  2)oiitter  rollt, 
Sann  ®titnn  erbrauft  im  ffialb, 
2)ann  greift  ev  trSttmenb  nod^  bem  ®^tt>ert, 
iCer  atte  C>etb  ^olb. 


ikiittig  iiarfe  3Keerfa$r(. 


Her  $8ntg  ^arl  fu^r  iiier  9Reer 

5Wit  fcmen  j»>5If  ©cuoffcn, 
3um  l^ctlgen  Sanbc  flcuert*  cr 

Unt)  toatt)  t)om  Strom  t)crfl0gen. 

!Da  fprad^  ber  fftl^ne  $db  Jiolant): 
„3(i^  fann  tDcl^l  fed^  mtb  fd^hrmen, 

!!)od^  ^(t  mix  biefe  ftunfi  nid^t  Stanb 
Sor  aaSeBctt  mib  t)or  ©ttomen.'* 

S)ann  f))rad^  $err  ^tger  oi^  DSnemort: 
„^  fonn  bie  j^rfe  fd^Iogen; 

993ad  j^Uft  mir  bad,  toenn  alfo  flarf 
3)tc  agStnb*  unb  SBeBen  jofien?" 

C>err  Dttt)er  toar  aud^  ni^t  frol^ ; 

Sr  fal^  oitf  feine  aSel^rc: 
.ySd  ifl  mir  urn  mtd^  fel6{l  nit^  fo, 

33Jie  urn  bic  «Ite  (Sfere." 


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W.    W,    SKEAT.  233 

Lo!  Harold  the  hero 

Still  handles  his  sword-hilt, 
Seeking  to  seize  it 

Though  sunk  in  his  slumber. 


KING  CHARLES'S  SEA-VOYAGE. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


King  Charles  with  all  his  doucSpe^es 

Across  the  ocean  sailed; 
Towards  the  Holy  Land  he  steers  — 

A  dreadful  storm  prevailed. 

Out  spake  Sir  Roland,  hero  brave : 

T  well  can  fence  and  fight; 
Yet  little  may  srxcti  arts  avail 

Against  the  tempest's  might.** 

Next  spake  Sir  Holgar,  Denmark's  pride: 
1*ve  skill  with  harp  and  song; 

What  'vails  me  this,  when  thus  contends 
The  blast  with  billows  strongf 

Sir  Oliver  felt  little  cheer; 

He  viewed  his  weapons  keen : 
*lt  is  not  for  my  life  I  fear, 

But  Alta  Clara's  sheen!**. 


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3M  i^ubtoig  U^Ianb. 

Dann  fprod^  tocr  fci^liinme  ®«idoii, 
(Sr  f))ra(l^  ed  nut  ^erfto^lett) : 

„9Bdr'  i^  mit  guter  %xt  ba^on, 
a»6(]^'  cttd^  tcr  Sicufd  l^oten." 

Srj6tf(i^of  Zuxpin  fcufjtc  jel^r: 
„agSir  fint)  bic  ®otte«ftreitcr ; 

^mta,  Hebfter  Otilanb,  tbet  t)d«  5Kccr 
Unb  fil^r'  uttf  gnfibig  tijcitcr." 

®raf  8li(i^atb  Dl^ncfurd^t  ]^u6  an: 

„3]^t  ®etflcr  au«  bcr  ^Sttc, 
3d^  l^ab*  cu^  mattcl^cn  Dienft  gct^an; 
^     3e|t  ^elft  mir  tjon  bet  ^telle!" 

§crr  9bimc«  biefcn  2tu«fprud^  t^at: 
„®d^on  3Sicten  rtetl^  id^  l^cuer, 

Dod^  fiigeS  2Baf[er  unb  gutcr  SRat^ 
©ittb  eft  a«  ®<^iffe  tl^euer." 

SDa  fpra^  bcr  jrauc  C>crr  9iio(: 
„3(i^  bin  eitt  alter  UDegcn, 

Unb  mod^te  mcincn  Seid^nam  »o^l 
©ereinfl  in«  IroAic  (egcn." 

e«  toar  ^err  ®tti,  ciu  Witter  fein, 
S)er  fittg  tooifl  an  )u  {Ingen! 

„Q^  tooBt',  i^  toSr*  cin  iB6g€lcin; 
aSBoKf  mi(^  jtt  Siebd^n  fd^toingen." 


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W.    W.    SKtAT.  235 

Next  spake  liie  treachVous  Ganelon  —-• 

In  undertone  be  spake :   — 
''Were  I  but  far  from  bence  on  land, 

Tbe  rest  tbe  fiend  migbt  take!" 

Arcbbishop  Turpin  sigbed  aloud: 

''God's  cba'mpions  stout  are  we; 
Come,  Saviour  dear,  and  walk  tbe  waves, 

And  speed  us  o*er  tbe  sea.** 

Next  Ricbard  —  Dauntless  named  —  'gan  say  ; 

"Ye  powers  and  imps  of  bell; 
Now  belp  me  in  my  need,  I  pray, 

I  oft  bave  served  you  well.** 

Sir  Naim6  next  bis  rede  began:   — 

Tve  counselled  mucb  tbis  year; 
But  water  sweet  and  counsel  good 

On  sbipboard  oft  are  dear.** 

Tben  spake  Rioul,  a  veteran  brave:  — 

"A  Warrior  old  am  I, 
And  fain  would  bope  my  corse  at  last 

In  good  dry  ground  may  lie." 

Sir  Ghiy,  a  young  and  gallant  knigbt, 

Right  gaily  'gan  to  sing: 
1  would  I  w«e  a  ligbtsome  bird, 

rd  to  my  love  take  wing' 


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236  ^b»t9  U^anb. 

©a  fprad^  tet  cble  ®raf  ©otehi : 
„®ott  ^elf  ttn«  au«  bcr  (Sd^toere! 

3(1^  trtnf  md  Uefcer  ben  tot^n  SBchi, 
Site  SBaficr  hi  bcm  aRecre.* 

^rr  SamBert  \pxaifr  cin  dftnglmg  frtfd^: 
„®ott  tDoU*  un«  nid^t  t>crgcf(cn! 

«fe'  Ucbcr  fdbfi  'ncn  gutcn  gtf^ 
©tatt  bafe  mu^  ijifd^e  freflcn." 

Da  fprad^  ^crr  ©ottfrieb  lobcfan: 
„Sil  laf['  miV«  ^alt  gefattcn ; 

SWan  rid^tet  mir  nid^W  anbcr«  an, 
2lte  mcincn  Srilbem  alien." 

Dcr  fiSnij  Sorl  am  ©tcucr  fag; 

Dcr  l^at  !etn  SBort  gcfprod^en, 
(Sr  Icnft  ba«  ©d^iff  mit  fcjicm  SWag, 

33i«  fld^  bcr  ©tutm  gcbrod^cn. 


Dt»  Sanger*^  3Hn^. 


€^  {lanb  in  alten  3^tten  etn  ®d^tog  fo  l^od^  unb  l^el^r, 
SBcit  glSnjt  c«  uber  bic  Sanbc  tx9  cm  ba«  Mane  SRccr, 
Unb  ring^  bon  buft'gcn  ®5rten  cm  Mftt^teid^  ^anj, 
D'rin  fprangcn  frifd^c  Srunncn  in  Sicgcnbogengtan}. 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  237 

Then  gpake  Guarine,  that  noble  knight: 

''May  God  our  auccour  be ! 
rd  rather  drink  the  good  red  wine 

Than  water  in  the  sea." 

Sir  Lambert  next,  brave  youngster,  ^  cried : 

''God  our  protection  be! 
Fd  rather  eat  the  dainty  fish 

Than  that  the  fish  ate  met" 

Last  spake  Sir  Godfrey,  far  renowned: 

"What  matters  what  befall? 
Whatever  fate  myself  o'ertakes 

Shall  whelm  my  brethren  all." 

King  Charles  beside  the  rudder  sat, 

No  word  his  lips  would  vent; 
With  sure  control  the  ship  he  steered 

Until  the  storm  was  spent. 


THE  MmSTEEL'S  CURSE. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


There  stood  in  former  ages  a  castle  high  and  large. 
Above  the  slope  it  glistened  far  down  to  ocean's  marge; 
Around  it  like  a  garland  bloomed  gardens  of  delight, 
Where"  sparkled  cooling  fountains,  with  sunbow-glories 
dight. 


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238  SubtDid  U^Ioitb. 


!Dott  fo^  em  floljer  ^onig^  on  Sanb  unt)  ^tegen  reid^, 
St  fog  auf  feinan  it^rone  f  o  fmfier  unb  f  o  ibkt^ ; 
!3)enn  wad  er  fmnt,  ifi  Sc^redfen,  unb  wad  er  Bltdt^  ifi  SButl^, 
Unb  »a«  cr  frrid^t,  ift  @ci§d,  unb  »a«  cr  fd^rcibt,  iji  ©lut. 


Cinfl  jog  naif  biefcm  ®d^loffc  cin  cble«  ®angcTT)aar, 
2)cr  ffiiu'  in  golbncn  Sodcn,  bet  2lnbrc  grau  tjon  $aar ; 
S)cr  ?Mtc  mit  bcr  $arfe,  bcr  fa§  auf  fd^mudkm  9io§, 
tB«  fd^ritt  i^m  frifd^  jut  ©cite  ber  btil^cnbc  ®^nQ§. 


©er  ailtc  frrad^  jum  dungcn :  „5Run  fei  bereit,  mciti  ©ol^n ! 
DcnF  unfrer  tiefpen  Siebcr,  flimm'  an  ben  bcflfien  SEon! 
9liimn  atte  ^aft  jufamnten,  bie  Sup  unb  aud^  ben  ©d^metj ! 
(&  gilt  un«  l^ut,  ju  rftl^rcn  be«  ^5nig«  fleinem  $ctj.  '* 


©d^on  flel^n  bie  beiben  @Snget  im  l^ol^en  ©iiutenfaat 
Unb  ottf  bem  'Zfycont  f^en  ber  ^Snig  unb  fein  @emal^l; 
S)er  ^mg,  fttr(i^6ar  )>rad^g,  )»ie  (tuf  ger  92orblid^d^it, 
S)ie  ^Snigin  f^  unb  milbe,  ate  Uutt  ^cOmenb  bmn. 


J 


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W.    W.    SKEAT. 


2a» 


There  sat  a  haughty  monarch,  who  lands  in  war  had  won ; 
With  aspect  pale  and  gloomy  he  sat  upon  the  throne; 
His  thoughts  are  fraught  with  tsrrors,  his  glance  of 

fury  blights ; 
His  words  are  galling  scourges,  with  victims'  blood  he 

writes. 

Once  moved  towards  this  castle  a  noble  minstrel-pair, 
The  one  with  lodes  all-golden,  snow-white  the  other's 

hair; 
With  harp  in  band,  thegray.-beard  a  stately  courser  rode, 
In  flower  of  youth  beside  him  his  tall  companion  strode. 

Then  spake  the  gray-haired  father  —  "Be  well  pre- 
pared, my  son, 

Think  o'er  eur  loftiest  ballads,  breathe  out  tfey  fullest 
tones ; 

Thine  utnaost  »Hill  now  summon,  jey'a  »e»t  apd  toiprow's 
smart, 

'Twere  well  to  move  with  music  the  monarch's  stony 
heart." 

Now  in  the  spacious  chamber  the  minstrels  twain  are 

s^en. 
High  on  the  thjo^  in  splendour  are  seated  king  and 

qileen; 
The  king  with  terrors  gleaming  —  a  ruddy  Northern 

Light 
The  queen  all  grace  and  sweetness  —  a  full  moon 

soft  and  bxight. 


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n 


240  ^^tt>id  U^nb, 


S)a  fc^lug  t)cr  ®rci«  t)ie  Saitcn,  cr  fci^Iug  fic  tDunbcrtoK, 
Dag  rcid^cr,  tmmcr  rSd^cr  bcr  Slang  jum  D^rc  fd^toofl, 
!Dann  fhBmte  l^tmmltfd^  l^eUe  t)e9  3ilng(tng9  ®ttmme  t>ox, 
©c^  ailtcn  <Sang  bajtoifd^cn,  t»ic  bumpfcr  ©ciflcrd^or. 


©ic  flngen  t)on  Scnj  unt  Stebc,  t)on  fel'jer  goft)*ncr  ^tit, 
9Son  Srcil^cit,  Wanncmiltbe,  t)on  Ircu*  unb  ^eilig!cit. 
(Ste  fingen  t)on  aUem  ®iigen,  mi  Wttn\iitnixi^  trxxifb^ii, 
®le  flugcn  t>m  attcm  ^ol^n,  t»a«  SWcnfti^cn^crj  crl^Bt, 


Die  ^8fKngfd^aar  im  ^cifc  t)erlemct  jcbcn  ®j>ott, 
®c«  ft8mg«  troft'ge  Sricger,  flc  fccugcn  fld^  t>or  ®ott; 
Die  ftBnigin,  jerfloffen  in  SBel^mutl^  unb  in  Snfl, 
®ie  tpirft  ben  ©Sngcm  niebcr  bie  9^ofe  t)on  il^rer  ©rufl. 


„3^t  ifobt  mcin  Sott  t>crf floret;  ttxlodt  i^x  nun  mcin  SSkib?" 
Der  iJBnig  fd^reit  c«  tefitl^enb,  er  itit  am  ganjcn  8eit ; 
dc  toirft  f ein  @d^»crt ,  ba«  bU(jcnb  bc«  Siingling^  99ruji 

burd^bringt, 
Drau«  fiott  bet  golb'ncn  Sieber  ein  ©lutfira^t  l^od^  auff|)ringt. 


Unb  t»ie  t)om  ©turm  jerfiobcn  ifl  all  bcr  $6rct  ®<!^n>arm ; 
Der  SiingKng  ^at  t>crr6(i^ft.tn  feinc«  SWeifler^  8lrm, 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  241 

The  gray-beard  swept  the  harp-strings ,  they  sounded 
wondrous  clear; 

The  notes  with  growing  fulness  thrilled  through  the  lis- 
tening ear ; 

Pure  as  the  tones  of  angels  the  young  man's  accents 
flow, 

The  old  man's  gently  murmur ,  like  spirit- voices  low. 

They  sing  of  love  and  springtime ,  of  happy  golden  days  — 
Of  manly  worth  and  freedom,  of  truth  and  holy  ways ; 
They  sing  of  all  things  lovely,  that  human  hearts  delight, 
They  sing  of  all  things  lofty,  that  human  souls  excite. 

The  courtier-train  around  then*  forget  their  jeer  ings  now, 

The  king's  defiant  soldiers  in  adoration  bow ; 

The  queen,  to  tears  now  melted,  with  rapture  now 

possessed, 
Throws  down  to  them  in  guerdon  a  rosebud  from  her 

breast. 

''Have  ye  misled  my  people,  and  now  my  wife  suborn?" 
Shouts  out  the  ruthless  monarch,  and  shakes  with  wrath 

and  scorn ; 
He  whirls  his  sword,  like  lightning  the  young  man's 

breast  it  smote, 
That,  'stead  of  golden  legends,   bright  life-blood  filled 

his  throat. 

Dispersed,  as  by  a  tempest,  was  all  the  listening  swarm; 
The  youth  sighs  out  his  spirit  upon  his  master's  arm, 
G01.DSCHMIDT ,  German  Poetry.  \  6 


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242  SubkDid  U^nb. 


S)cr  f(^l5gt  urn  il^n  ten  aWotitel  unt)  fc|t  tl^n  auf  t>a«  SRo§, 
(&  Binb't  il^n  aufted^t  fcpc,  t)eria§t  mit  i^m  t)a^  ©^lo§. 


S)o(i^  j)or  t>cm  ^ol^cn  D^orc,  ba  l^cilt  bcr  ®5ngcrgrci0, 

Da  fagt  er  fcitic  $arfe,  flc  aCcr  $arfen  ^rci«, 

8n  cincr  SWarmorfSule,  ba  l^ot  er  flc  jerfd^eHt ; 

I)ann  ruftcr,  t)a6  c«  fd^aurtg  burd^  ©4(o§  unb  ©atten  gdltr 


,^c]^*  eud^,  il^r  ftoljen  $aflen!  nic  t6nc  fft^er  Stang 
Durd^  cure  9t5ume  ttteber,  ntie  ©aite,  no^  ©cfang, 
Stein !  Seuf jer  nur  unb  ©tol^ncn  unb  fd^euer  ®!Iat)enfd^ritt, 
93i^  eud^  ju  ©d^utt  unb  9Wober  ber  ^ad^egeifl  jertrttt ! 


,^e]^'  eud^,  i^r  buft'gen  ®5rten  im  l^olben  2Raien(id^t ! 
(gud^  jctg'  id^  biefc«  SEobten  entpeOte*  Xngefid^t, 
Da§  i^r  boroi  tjerborrct,  bog  jcbcr  Oudi  t>crfiegt, 
Da§  il^r  in  fftnft'gen  Za^tn  t)erjieint,  tjerfibet  Kegt. 


„3Be]^'  bit,  wrrud^tcr  SDWrber !  3)u  glud^  bc«  ®angcrt]^ttm«l 
Umfonji  fei  aC  bein  Siingen  nod^  Sranjen  Muf  gen  dini^m^ ! 
®ein  Sflame  fei  t)crgef[en,  in  e»'ge  Siad^t  getaud^t, 
®ei,  tme  ein  Ie^te«  94Bd^eIn,  in  leerc  Soft  ocr^aud^t!" 


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W.    W.    SKEAT.  243 

Who  round  him  wraps  his  mantle,  and  sets  him  on  the 

steed, 
There  tightly  binds  him  upright,  and  from  the  court 

doth  speed.    . 

Before  the  olden  gateway — there  halts  the  minstrel  old 
His  golden  harp  he  seizes,  above  all  harps  extolled : 
Against  a  marble-pillar  he  snaps  its  tuneful  strings ; 
Through  castle  and  through  garden  his  voice  of  menace 
rings. 

''Wo ,  wo  to  thee  ,  proud  castle !  ne'er  let  sweet  tones 

resound 
Henceforward  through  thy  chambers,  nor  harp's  nor 

voice's  sound ; 
Let  sighs  and  tramp  of  captives  and  groans  dwell  Here 

for  aye, 
Till  retribution  sink  thee  in  ruin  and  decay. 

Wo,  wo  to  you,  fair  gardens,  in  summerlight  that  glow, 
To  you  this  pallid  visage,  deformed  by  death,  I  shew, 
That  every  leaf  may  wither,  and  every  fount  run  dry, 
That  ye  in  future  ages  a  desert  heap  may  lie. 

Wo,  wo  to  thee,  curst  tyrant!  that  art  the  minstrel's  bane; 
Be  all  thy  savage  strivings  for  glory's  wreath  in  vain ! 
Be  soon    thy  name  forgotten ,   sunk  deep   in  endless 

night. 
Or,  like   a    last  death  -  murmur ,   exhaled  in  vapour 

light  1" 

16* 


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244  ^ubwig  m^latib. 

2)cr  2Ute  l^at'd  gerufcn,  t)cr  §immcl  l^ot'^  flcl^Brt! 
Die  3Kaucm  Ucgen  nieber,  t)ie  fallen  flnb  jerftiJrt ; 
SRod^  cine  l^^c  ®aule  jcugt  »on  t)crf(i^»unbncr  ^rad^t; 
Xud^  t)icfe,  fc^on  gcbotflcn,  lann  fiilrjcn  ilber  9?ad^t. 

Unt)  ringl,  fiatt  buft'gcr  ©drten,  ein  6t)C«  ^atbelotit), 
^eitt  Saum  toerjireuct  ©(fatten,   fein  OueH  [burd^bringt 

ben  ®ant). 
Dc^  Sonigg  9tame  melbet  fein  8ieb,  fein  ^elbenbud^ ! 
SSerfunfen  unb  tjergeffen !  2)a«  ift  be«  ©SngerS  ^u(^. 


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BEV.    W.    W.    SKEAT.  245 

The  graybeard's  curse  was  uttered ;  heav'n  heard  his 
bitter  cry ; 

The  walls  are  strewn  in  fragments ,  the  halls  in  ruins 
lie! 

Still  stands  one  lofty  column  to  witness  olden  might, 

E*en  this ,  already  shivered ,  may  crumble  down  to- 
night. 

Where  once  were  pleasant  gardens,  is  now  a  wasted 

land; 
No  tree  there  lends  its  shadow,  nor  fount  bedews  the 

sand ; 
The  monarch's  name  recordeth  no  song,  nor  lofty  verse ; 
'Tis  wholly  sunk  —  forgotten !  Such  is  the  MinstreTs 

Curse ! 


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^toUt  Mutt, 

born  1791,  died  1813. 


n'^tnn  wai,  betaufc^,  bit  fielder  t^otdefungm, 
Sod  1^  M  @#ii>erttl  fcdt  Jtiaft  emu^en." 


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'3)te  fitc^ett. 


3l6enb  toirb'«,  t)e«  Sage^  Stimmcn  fd^tocigcn, 

Unt)  ^ict  fi§'  it^  untcr  euren  3^^i9^^» 
Unb  t)a«  $crj  iji  mix  fo  tJoK,  fo  fil^n! 

©t^miltft  eud^  bot^  t)c«  Sc6en^  frifd^e«  @rftn, 
Unt)  ber  SSomelt  fraftige  ©eftalten 
Sinb  un«  nod^  in  eurer  ^rad^t  erl^oltcn. 


9?ie(  be^  (Sblcn  ^t  bie  3^it  jcrtrftmmert, 
SJiel  bc«  ^d^iJnctt  flarb  ben  frill^cn  lob, 

Durd^  bic  reid^en  SSlatterfranje  fd^immert 
©eittcn  Slbfd^ieb  bort  ba«  Slbcnbrotl^. 

Dod^,  urn  bad  Ser^Sngnig  unbefilmmert, 
$at  tjergebend  eud^  bie  3^^^  bebrol^t, 

Unb  ed  ruft  mir  au«  ber  3^'^i9^  SBe^en: 

aaed^  ©roge  mu§  im  lob  beftel^en !  — 


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THE  FIVE  OAKS  OF  DALLWITZ. 

Translated  by  the  late  John  Anster. 


Tis  evening :   in  the  silent  west, 
The  rosy  hues  of  daylight  fade, 
And  here  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
Beneath  your  venerable  shade, 
Bright  records  of  a  better  day. 
Aged,   —  but  sacred  from  decay  — 
Still  in  your  stately  form  reside. 
Of  ages  past  the  grace  and  pride! 


The  brave  hath  died  —  the  good  hath  sunk, 

The  beautiful  hath  past  away  — 
Yet  green  each  bough  and  strong  each  trunk 

That  smiles  in  evening's  farewell  ray! 
Storm  blew  in  vain  —  the  leaves  still  spread 
A  bright  crown  on  each  aged  head  — 
And  yet,  methinks  the  branches  sigh  : 
farewell,  the  Great  of  Earth  must  die!'' 


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250  Z\ftot)Ox  «(Jrncr. 

Unb  il^t  ^obt  bcflanbcn!  —  Unter  alien 

©rilnt  i^t  frifc]^  unt)  fii^n  mit  ftotfem  Wit\); 

SBol^l  fcin  ^ilgcr  toitt)  tjorflbemattcn, 
S)cr  in  curem  ©d^attcn  nid^  gcrul^t. 

Unb  toenn  l^erBfHid^  eure  ©latter  faBen, 
Xo\)t  auif  fmb  fie  euc^  ein  UflU^  ®ut: 

S)enn,  ©emefenb,  toerben  eure  tinber 

(Surer  nSd^flen  $r^Im9i9)>ra(i^t  Segriinber. 

@(i^5ne9  89tlb  t)on  alter  beutfc^  Sreue, 

SBie  fie  beff're  S^ittti  angefci^t, 
993o  in  freubtg  fft^ner  Sobe^toeil^e 

SMrger  i^re  ©taoten  feflgebaut.  — 
^i^,  t»a«  ]^i(ft'«,  bag  ii)  ben  ©d^merj  emeue? 

Sinb  bo^  %Ut  biefem  ©(i^mcrj  t^ertraut! 
Deutfd^e^  SSoH/bu  l^errlid^ftc^  con  aEen, 
Deine  (gid^en  ftcl^'n,  tu  biji  gefaflen! 


aCttfruf. 


/rifd^  ouf,  meitt  SJoK!  Die  glammenjeid&cn  raud^, 

^eU  avA  bent  9tcrben  brid^t  ber  ^eil^it  iiii^t 
S)tt  fcUfi  ben  (Stal^l  in  geinbedl^er^en  taud^en;     > 
t^rifd^  auf,  mein  ^o(f !  —  bie  Slamntenjetd^  roud^, 
i)ie  @aat  ijl  reif ;  i^r  ©d^nitter,  jaubert  nid^t ! 


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DK.  J.    ANSTEE.  251 

But  y€  have  stood!   still  bold  and  high, 
And  fresh  and  strong,  and  undecayed, 

When  hath  the  pilgrim  wandered  by. 
Nor  rested  in  your  quiet  shade;  — ^ 

Ye  mourn  not  when  the  sore  leaves  fall 

At  coming  Winter's  icy  call!  — 

They  perish  in  their  parent  earth, 

They  nurse  the  tree  that  gave  them  birth  !     , 

Emblems  of  ancient  Saxon  faith ! 

Our  fathers  in  our  country's  cause, 
Thus  died  the  patriot's  noble  death, 

Died  for  her  freedom  and  her  laws ! 
In  vain  they  died  I  —  the  storm  hath  past  - 
O'er  Germany:  —  her  oaks  stand  fast. — 
Her  people  perished  in  the  blast ! 

SUMMONS  TO  ARMS.  "^ 

Translated  by  Madame  Davies  Be  Pontes. 


Srothers,  arise !  the  beacon  fires  are  blazing, 
Clear  from  the  north  breaks  freedom's  glorious  ray. 
Brothers,  arise!  the  beacon  fires  are  blazing. 
Arise!  her  lofty  standard  proudly  raising; 
The  seed  is  ripe;  ye  reapers,   why  delay? 


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252  Xf^cobor  Mmix. 

Da«  ^5(^jle  $eU,  t>a&  Ic|te,  Uegt  im  @(^tt>erte! 
3)tfl(f'  Uir  ten  ©peer  in*^  treue  ^crj  J^ncin: 
S)er  grei^eit  eine  Oaffc!  —  SBafii^'  tie  (grt)e, 
IDein  teutfc^e*  8ant),  mit  beinem  95Iute  rein! 

ig«  iji  (ein  ^eg,  ton  bem  bie  ^rotten  aiffen ; 

S^  ift  ein  treujjufl,  *«  ijl  ein  l^eiC'ger  ffiriej! 
9t^t,  (Bittt,  Ingenb,  ®(auben  unb  ©etwffen 
'  ^at  ber  I^vann  au^  beiner  Sruft  gerifjen; 

errette  fie  mit  beiner  tJteil^eit  Sieg! 
Da«  aSinfeln  beiner  ©reife  ruft:  ..Srxoac^el" 

J)er  ^iltte  ©c^utt  tjerflud^t  bie  9tau6er6rut, . 
J)ie  ©(i^anbe  beiner  XJiifitt  fc^reit  nm  Siac^e, 

S)er  SDleuc^elmorb  ber  ®6^ne  fc^reit  na6f  Slut. 

3er6ri(!^  bie  '^Pflugfci^aar,  lag  ben  9Kei§el  faUen, 

2)ie  ?etjer  ftifl,  ben  Sebftul^l  ru^ig  ftef|n! 
Serlaffe  beine  $6fe,  beine  fatten:  — 
$or  beffen  ?3[ntlife  beine  ga^nen  tcallen, 

Sr  njifl  fein  *olf  in  SBaffenruftung  fel^n, 
I)enn  einen  grogen  ?Utar  fottji  t)^  bauen 

3n  feiner  iJrei^eit  etc*gem  SKorgenrot^ ; 
SDKt  beinem  ©d^toert  fottfl  tu  bie  ©teine  ^auen, 

Der  lempel  grftnbe  fic^  auf  ^elbcntob.  — 

Sa«  weint  il^r,  SDlabc^en,  toarum  Wagt  i^r,  ©eibct, 

giir  bie  ber  $err  bie  ©(i^tDerter- ni(3^t  gcjio^lt, 
SBenn  toir  entjiidt  bie  jngenblid^n  ?eiber 
^intoerfen  in  bie  ©^aaren  eurer  ^anhtx, 
S)afe  tvOf  be«  tam»5fe«  K^ne  aBottuft  fe^lt? 


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DAVIE8    DE    PONTES.  253 

Our  soul's  salvation  on  the  sword  is  resting, 
Then  up,  true  steel,  our  refuge  sure  and  good! 
With  fearless  hand  our  sacred  rights  contesting, 
We'll  purify  our  native  soil  with  blood. 

This  is  no  war  for  empire,   wealth,  or  fame, 

'Tis  a  crusade  which  every  heart  should  thrill. 

Of  right  and  honour,  conscience,  faith,  and  name, 

Of  these  to  rob  us  is  the  tyrant's  aim. 

And  victory  alone  can  save  us  still. 

Our  aged  men  would  rouse  thee,  faintly  sighing  — 

Our  ruined  hamlets  curse  the  robber  brood. 

Our  daughters'  shame  for  full  revenge  in  crying  — 

Our  murdered  sons  demand  the  assassin's  blood. 

Break,    break  the  ploughshare,  let  the  chisel  fall, 
Hush'd  be  the  lyre,   and  silent  stand  the  wheel! 
Let  the  hind  leave  his  cot,  the  prince  his  hall, 
The  Lord  of  battles  doth  his  people  call. 
And  bids  them  boldly  don  the  avenging  steel ! 
For  by  his  mighty  aid  our  foes  subduing. 
Fair  freedom's  sacred  temple  shall  we  rear, 
The  mighty  stones  with  our  good  falchions  hewing, 
And  raise  the  structure  on  our  mart}Ts'  bier. 

Why  should  your  tears,  ye  maid  and  matrons,  flow? 
E'en  tho'  denied  our  proudly  cherished  right  1 
And  while  our  souls  with  patriot  ardour  glow, 
And  we  rush  boldly  on  the  invading  foe, 
Ye  may  not  share  the  glories  of  the  fight. 


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254  2^^eobor  ^i5mer. 

S^x  fSnnt  [a  fro^  ju  ®otte«  max  trcten ! 

gilt  a35utrt)cn  gob  er  jarte  ©orgfamfcit, 
®ab  ettd^  in  enem  ^crjU(!^cn  ©ebeten 

Den  fc^iJnen,  rcincn  Sicg  bet  grdmmigfeit. 

So  bctct,  bag  bie  olte  traft  emac^e, 

3)a§  t»ir  bofiel^n,  t>aS  alte  SSoK  t)C«  ©iegd! 
!Dic  WtaxtXfxtx  tcr  ^eirgcn  bentfd^en  @a(i&e, 
£)  ruf't  fie  an  ate  ©enien  ber  Stad^e, 

ate  gute  Sngel  t>e«  gereci^ten  tricg«! 
Scuife,  fc^toebe  fegncnb  um  ten  Oatten: 

Oeift  nnferS  gcrbinonb,  »oran  bcm  3^9- 
Unt)  afl'  i^r  beutfc^n,  freien  ^eteenfc^atten. 

Wtit  iin«,  mtt  uu«  unb  unfrer  gal^nen  glug ! 

J)er  ^immel  ^Uft,  bie  ^ofle  mn§  un^  i»eic^n! 

3)rauf,  tcadred  SSoH!  ®rauf!  ruft  bie  tjrei^eit,  brauf ! 
$o(^  f^lSgt  bein  $crj,  l^oc^  mad^fen  beine  ffiid^en, 
aSa«  filmmem  bici^  bie  ^ttgel  beiuer  Seid^en? 

$o(^  <3flanie  ba  bie  grei^eit^fa^ne  auf!  — 
S)^  Pe^ft  bu  baiin,  mein  SSott,  befranjt  »om  ®iWe, 

3n  beiner  SSorjeit  l^cilgem  ©iegevgtanj: 
SJergig  bie  treuen  2obten  ni(i^t  unb  f(i^mii(fe 

Snd^  nnfre  Urne  mit  bem  Siti^enfvan^! 


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ANONYMOUS .  255 

Before  his  shrine,  in  meek  submission  bending, 
While  unto  Heaven  your  supplications  soar, 
With  gentle  hand  the  sick  and  wounded  tending, 
This  is  your  province,  can  you  wish  for  moi^? 

Pray,  then,  our  ancient  courage  may  awake. 
To  guard  at  once  our  country  and  our  laws, 
What,   tho'  we  perish  for  their  holy  sake? 
Spirit  of  vengeance,  oh!   our  fetters  break, 
And  stand  forth  guardian  of  our  sacred  cause. 
Louisa,   on  thy  lord  thy  blessing  cast! 
Spirit  of  Ferdinand,  our  cause  befriend! 
Arise,  ye  shadows  of  the  mighty  past. 
And  on  our  banner  bid  success  attend. 

With  heaven  to  aid  us  hell  must  fly  before  us, 
Up,  gallant  brothers,  freedom  calls  the  brave ! 
High  beat  our  hearts,   our-  oaks  are  waving  o*er  us. 
Bid  freedom  flourish,  though  upon  our  grave. 
And  when  the  hour  of  thy  regeneration, 
Oh,  Fatherland,  once  more  beholds  thee  bloom, 
Then  think  of  those  who  died  for  thy  salvation, 
And  lay  the  wreath  upon  thy  martyrs'  tomb  1 


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256  %\ftot}ox  ^'6xrux. 


3ftt  5ie  ^dttigitt  J&onm, 


Bu  ^eilige!  l^iJr'  2)etner  Sitttjer  gle^en, 
(S«  fringe  mad^tig  auf  ju  3)cinem  SiiJ^t. 

^annfl  toieter  freunt>Kd^  cwtf  un«  nicbcrfe^cn, 
SSerflarter  Sngel!  Sanger  toeine  nid^t! 

Denn  ^reugenS  3lt>ler  foil  jum  ^ampfe  toc^en, 

g«  brangt  S)etn  SSolf  fid^  jubelntj  ju  tier  ^flid^t, 

Unt>  jeber  tcal&lt,  unt)  Seinen  fiel^ft  S)u  fceben, 

3)en  freien  Sob  filr  ein  bejtoung'neS  ?e6en. 

9Btr  (agen  nod^  in  feige  Sd^mad^  gebettet; 

3)a  rtef  nac^  ®tr  betn  feeffere^  ©efd^idf. 
?ln  t)te  untoiirb'ge'3^it  ^^^  ®i^  gefettet, 

3ur  3tad^e  mal^nte  ©ein  gebrod^ner  ^M, 

®o  ^ft  ®u  un§  ben  beutfd^en  9Kut^  gerettet.  — 
3e(jt  fte^'  auf  un§,  fie^*  auf  bein  SSoI!  juvud^, 

2Bie  aUe  ^erjen  tveu  unb  mut^ig  fcrennen, 
SSlnn  toott'  un«  aud^  bie  ®eincn  toteber  nennen.; 

Unb  tt>te  einft,  alle  Srafte  ju  fceleben, 
Sin  §ei(genbilb,  fiir  ben  gered^ten  trieg 

3)em  §eere«6anner  fd^ii(jenb  jugegeben 
5((g  Oriflamme  in  bie  ?iifte  flieg: 


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TO  THE  MEMORY  OF  QUEEN  LOUISE. 

Translated  by  Madame  Davifes  de  Pontes. 


Oh !  to  thy  children's  prayers  incline  tMne  ear> 
Thou  sainted  spirit!  from  yon  realms  of  light 

Look  down  upon  us!  dry  each  lingering  tear, 
Look  down  rejoicing  in  the  glorious  sight! 

For  Prussia's  eagle  shall  in  battle  wave, 
And  with  exulting  spirit  to  the  strife 

Thy  people  rush ;   all  perils  will  they  brave ; 
Better  to  perish  free  than  live  a  slave. 

Long  we  lay  dead  to  honour  and  to  fame, 
Then  thy  good  angel  to  a  better  shore 

Bore  thy  pure  spirit,   and  each  spark  of  shame 
Roused  by  thy.  parting  glance  awoke  once  more. 

Thus  hast  thou  saved  thy  country ;  thou  alone : 
Behold  us  now  more  worthy  of  thy  name. 

And  every  German  heart  ig  fearless  grown : 
Now  wilt  thou  deign  to  call  us  all  thine  owu. 

And  as  to  nerve  each  breast,  of  old,  full  oft 
Before  the  host,  some  pictmred  saint  so  fair 

Was  borne,  as  their  banner  high,  aloft 
Floated,  a  conquering  oriflamme  in  air, 

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258  V^^x  mxm. 

So  foil  Dein  95ilb  auf  ttHfcm  gal^nen  fc^toeben, 

Unt)  foil  un9  leud^ten  bur^  bte  siaii^t  }um  ®ieg. 
Sotttfc  fcl  Ux  ©(i^^eifl  bcutf^er  @«!^e, 
Sottife  fei  bad  SofmtgdtDott  inx  ^i^\ 

Unt)  tocnn  toir  bann  bcm  SWeutcr^^ccr  kjcgncn, 

SBhr  fifttjen  und  Doll  d^iDerfid^t  l^metit ! 
Unb  ntSgen  taitfenb  SftammenUi^  tegaett, 
Unb  mBgen  toitfenb  Siobe  und  umbrStt's: 

©n  8Iuf  auf  !Deine  gal^nc  totrb  un«  fcgncn; 

35Bir  jicl^cn  fefi,  toir  mftffen  ©icgcr  fein!  — 
SBer  bann  aud^  f&ati  fih:  Zugenb,  Stei^t  unb  S&a^l^ett, 

!£)u  tr&gfi  i^n  fanft  }U  !Z)einer  em'gen  filar^ett. 


'Sunbtf^dA  vox  btx  S(^rii($t 

3[m  9Korgcn  bc«  ®cfc(^t«  bci  iJanncnbcrg. 

^l^nungdgrauenb,  tobedmut^tg 

Srid^t  bcr  grogc  SWorgcn  an, 
Unb  bie  Sonne  !alt  unb  Muttg 

Scud^tet  unfrcr  Blut'gcn  Sal^n. 
On  ber  n&^en  ©tmtbe  ©(^oogc 
Sicflt  bad  ®(^t(ffal  cincr  SSJelt, 
Unb  e«  jittcm  fc^on  bie  8oofe, 
Unb  bcr  eyme  SaSftrfcI  f3nt. 
SJrilber!  eud^  mal^ne  bie  bSmmembe  ©tunbe, 
iWal^ne  eud^  exn^  ju  bent  l^iUgjlen  ©unbe: 
Ireu,  fo  jum  lob',  ate  jum  8e*en  gcfefit! 


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EAKL    OF   EIXESMEBE.  259 

E'en  thus  shall  guide  us  still  thine  image  bright; 

And  li^t  us  *mid  the  gloom  of  dark  despair. 
Louise!  the  guardian  angel  of  our  right! 

Louise!  the  watchword  of  the  aTenging  fight! 

And  when  we  meet  the  foe,  all  risk  disdaining; 

Onward  we'll  rush  as  strangers  to  dismay, 
And  though  a  thousand  fires  were  on  us  raining, 

And  though  a  thousand  deaths  before  us  lay, 

That  banner  with  sweet  hopes  of  vict'ry  rife 
Shall  marshal  us  upon  our  glorious  way; 

And  those  who  perish  in  the  avenging  strife, 
Thou'lt   bear  to  realms  of  endless  light  and  life ! 


WAK  SONG.  ^'^^'  ^       V 


Written  before  the  batde  of  Dannenberg. 
Translate  by  the  late  Earl  of  EUesmere.' 


Fraught  with  battles  to  be  won. 

Dawning  breaks  the  eventful  day; 
And  ihe  red  and  misty  sun 

Lights  us  on  our  gory  way. 
In  a  few  approaching  hours 

Europe's  doubtful  fortujnes  lie, 
While  upon  her  banded  powers 
Thundering  falls  the  iron  die. 
Brothers  and  comrades,  on  you  it  is  falling  — 
On  you  the  proud  vcHce  of  your  country  is   calling, 
While  the  lot  of  the  balance  is  trembling  on  high ! 

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260  5S:Ji^htyx  ^xntx., 

Sicgt  bie  ®<i^nbc,  Itcgt  bic  <5<3^iim(i^, 
Sicgt  bet  gtct>c(  frcmbcr  ^ai^^ 

S)cr  bte  bctttfd^  ©d^  brad^. 
Unfrc  <B)i>x<i^  tcatb  gefti^anbct, 

Unfrc  Zemipti  fHlrjtcn  etn; 
Uttfrc  ®^rc  iji  »cq)fant)etf 
®eirtfdje  Sriibcr,  I6ft  flc  ein. 
gjrfibcr,  bte  3fa^c  ftammt!  9tci(!^t  ettd^  bic  ^onbc, 
3)ag  fl(i^  bet  glud^  ber  ^immlifci^cn  tocnbc! 
Soft  ba^  tocrlomc  ^aDabium  cin! 

S5or  utt«  Uegt  ein  gWrftid^  §offcn, 
Stegt  bcr  3^^*^"ft  8^^^"^  3^'^' 
®te^t  cin  ganjcr  ^immcl  offcn, 
93m^t  ber  grcii^it  <^e%fett. 
!3)eutf(i^  ^n|l  unb  beutfii^e  Steber, 

grouenl^ulb  unb  Siebedglitd, 
aUe^  Oroge  fommt  un«  toieber, 
Saie«  ©fl^5ne  fe^rt  jttrft*. 
Iber  nod^  gilt  e«  em  grapd^  SBagen, 
Seben  unb  Slut  in  bte  ©d^otnje  ju  fd^Cagcn : 
5Rut  in  bem  D^)fertob  retft  un^  ba«  ©JM. 

Stun,  mit  ©ott!  tt>ir  tDoHen'«  toagcn, 
geji  bercint  bem  @<^irffal  pe^n,     ' 

Unfer  ^erj  jum  ?Htar  tragcn 
Unb  bem  Job'  entgegen  gd^n, 

Saterlanbl  bit  tooffn  t»ir  flcrben, 
SBie  bein  gtoge^  SBort  geBeut ! 


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EARL    OF   ELXE8MERE.  2M 

In  the  night  we  leave  behind  ns, 

Lies  the  shame  and  lie*  the  yoke  — 
Chains  of  him  who  once  oonld  bind  us, 

Him  who  spoiled  the  German  oak. 
E'en  our  native  speech  was  slighted; 

Ruin  smote  our  holy  fanes: 
Now  revenge's  oath  is  plighted, 
The  redeeming  task  remains. 
For  honour  and  vengeance  then  join  we  our  hands, 
That  the  curses  of  Heaven  may  pass  from  our  lands, 
And  the  foe  be  expell'd  from  our  native  domains. 

Hope  and  better  days  before  us, 

To  a  happier  lot  invite; 
All  the  heavens  expanding  o'er  us. 

Freedom  greets  our  longing  sight. 
German  arms  again  caress  us, 

German  muses  wake  the  strain; 
All  that's  great  again  shall  bless  us, 
All  that*s  fair  shall  bloom  again. 
But  a  game  must  be  play'd  of  destruction  and  strife : 
There  is  freedom  to  win,  l)ut  the  venture  is  life! 
And  thousands  must  die  ere  that  freedom  shall  reign. 

Now,  by  heaven!   we  will  not  falter. 

But  united  firm  to  stand, 
Lay  our  hearts  upon  the  altar 

Oflfer'd  to  our  native  land. 
Yes,  my  country,  take  the  spirit 

Which  I  proudly  give  to  thee ; 


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261  Vf^\m  mmtx. 

Unfrc  Siefccn  loSgctt**  erbcn, 
aa8a«  tohf  mit  bcm  SMut  kfrcit. 
SBa(i^fe,  btt  ^ttVftit  t)er  beutfd^n  (Sid^tt, 
SBa^fe  eutpor  ilber  mifre  Sd^n!  — 
SSoterlanb,  I^Src  ben'l^ciUgcn  Sib!  — 

Unt)  nun  tocntct  eure  Slide 

^cif  einmd  bcr  Siefcc  nac^; 
®(i^ibet  t)on  bem  Siatl^englMe, 
®a«  bcr  gift'gc  ©iltcn  braci^. 
iHJirt)  tviif  aaif  ba«  ^[ugc  trUbcr  — 

Seine  jl^rane  Bringt  enci^  ©pott. 
aSJerft  ben  Icftten  Su6  l^inilfcer, 
5)ann  Befci^lt  fie  eurem  ®ott! 
Me  bie  Sippen,  bic  fiir  un^  ittm, 
SlUe  bic  §crjcn,  bic  toir  lertreten, 
Irfiflc  unb  fcS^iifee  fic,  e»iger  ®ott! 

Unb  nun  frifc^  }ur  ©d^lad^t  getoenbet, 

Slug'  unb  ^rj  jum  iiift  l^inouf! 
aae«  3rt*f(i^  ifl  tooHcubet, 

Unb  bad  ^immltfd^c  gcl^t  ouf. 
gagt  eu(i^  an,  il^r  bcutf^cn  93rillbcr ! 

3ebe  9ten)c  fei  cin  i^elb! 
Ircue  ^erjen  fcl^n  fW^  toieber; 
SeBctoo^l  fiir  bicfe  aBcItl 
$6rt  i^r*«?  f(i^ott  ioud^jt  ed  un«  bonncmb  cntgegcn! 
Srftbcr!  l^incin  in  ben  6fi<|cnben  3iegett! 
Sieberfc^n  in  ber  bef[crcn  aSSelt! 


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EASL    OF   £L££8M£B£. 

Let  my  progeny  inherit, 

What  his  father's  blood  could  free. 
And  the  oaks  of  my  country  their  branches  shall  wave, 
Whose  roots  are  entwined  in  the  paMot's  grave  — 
The  grav0  which  the  foemaa  has  destined  for  me. 

Bend  your  looks  of  parting  sorrow 
On  the  friends  you  leave  to-day; 
On  the  widows  of  to-morrow 

Look  your  last,   and  turn  away. 
Should  the  silent  tear  be  starting, 
Those  are  drops  to  be  forgiven ; 
Give  your  last  fond  kiss  of  parting, 
Give  them  to  the  care  of  heaven. 
Thou  God  of  the  orphan,  ohl  grant  thy  protection. 
To  the  lips  which  are  pouring  the  prayer  of  affection, 
And  comfort  the  bosoms  whidi  sorrow  has  riven ! 

Freshly,  as  the  foe  advances, 

Now  we  turn  us  to  the  fray ; 
Heavenly  radiance  o'er  us  glances. 

Earth  and  darkness  pass  away. 
Yes  I  the  oath  we  now  have  plighted 

Joins  us  in  a  world  of  bliss  — 
There  the  free  shall  be  united  — • 
Brothers!  fexe  ye  well  for  this! 
Hark!  'tis  the  thunder,  where  banners  are  streaming. 
Where  bullets  are  whistling,  and  sabres  are  Reaming ! 
Forward !  —  to  meet  in  the  mansions  of  bliss ! 


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264  S^bot  mtntt. 

Met  mfjxctib  ber  Sc^fac^f. 


9attx,  td^  rufc  SHd^! 
Srilttent*  umtt)8Ht  mii)  bet  ©ampf  bcr  ®cf(i^^c, 
©pril^ent)  umjurfen  mxii  raffelnbc  Sti^c. 
Scnfer  bcr  ©d^ad^tcn,  ic^  rufc  Di^; 

®atcr  S)u,  ftil^rc  m^! 

SSatcr  S)u,  fii^rc  mid^! 
gill^r'  mid^  jum  ©tegc,  fu^r*  mi(i^  jum  lobe! 
$err,  iif  crfenue  Detnc  ®e6otcl 

$crr,  trie  Du  totflji,  fo  fixate  miif, 

®ott,  i(^  erfcnnc  Dic^! 

@ott,  ^  erfcnnc  !iDic^! 
@o  rm  l^crbjlU^n  ^anfd^n  bcr  ©latter, 
%te  im  @<i^la(i^cnbonncrtoctter, 

Urqueill  bcr  ®nabc,  erfcnn'  idf  J)id^. 
SSater  3)u,  fegnc  mtd^! 

SJater  3)u,  fegne  miiil 
9n  Dcine  ^anb  Befel^l*  iif  mein  2e6en, 
Du  fannfl  e«  nel^men^  ®u  ^jl  ed  gegckn; 
3um  Seben,  jum  ©terben  fegne  mi^l 

SJater,  id^  preife  3)td^! 

Sater,  id^  prctfe  SSd^ ! 
'«  ifi  i«  fcin  «ann>f  fftr  bie  ©fttcr  bcr  Srbc; 
3)a«  ^Uaflc  fd^il^cn  toir  mit  bent  ©d^tocrtc; 
Ihrum,  faHenb  unb  jiegenb,  j>rei«  ic^  2)^, 

®ott,  2)ir  crjeb*  i^  mid^! 


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G.    F.    BICHAKBSON.  26& 

PRAYER  DURING  THE  BATTLE. 

Translated  by  the  late  G.  F.  Richardson. 

father,  I  call  on  thee^ 
While  the  smoke  of  the  firing  envelops  my  sight, 
And  the  lightnings  of  slaughter  are  wing'd  on  their  flight, 
Leader  of  battles,  I  call  on  thee! 
Father,  oh  lead  me  I 

Father,  oh  lead  me ! 
Lead  me  to  vict'ry,  or  lead  me  to  death  I 
Lord,  I  yield  to  thee  my  breath ! 

Lord,  as  thou  wilt,   so  lead  me  I 
God,  I  acknowledge  theel 

God,  I  acknowledge  thee! 
In  the  grove  where  the  leaves  of  the  autumn  are  fading, 
As  here  'mid  the  storms  of  the  loud  cannonading. 
Fountain  of  lore,  I  acknowledge  theel 
Father,  oh  bless  me! 

Father,   oh  bless  me  ! 
I  commit  my  life  to  the  will  of  Heaven, 
For  thou  canst  take  it  as  thou  hast  given. 
In  life  and  death,   oh  bless  me ! 

Father,  I  praise  thee ! 

Father,  I  praise  thee! 
This  is  no  strife  for  the  goods  of  this  world ; 
For  Freedom  alone  is  our  banner  unturl'd. 

Thus,  falling  or  conquering,  I  praise  thee ! 
God,  I  yield  myself  to  thee ! 


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266  S^bor  S^ixntx. 

993enn  mid^  tie  ^Conner  bed  Xobed  Begrftgen, 
©enn  mclnc  at)cm  gcSffnct  flicgcn: 

©ir,  mcin  ®ott,  I)ir  crgcb'  i(^  wid^! 
SSater,  id>  rufc  2)id^! 


3tit  2lac^t 


(Bute  9!ad^t! 
attctt  SDWDcn  fci*«  gcbrad^t. 
SReigt  ber  2:ag  fid^  fd^nctt  jum  Snbc, 
SRu^cn  atte  fleig^gcn  ^Snbe, 
8i«  ber  SWorgen  ncu  cmad^t. 

@tttc  Sladljt! 

®c^t  jtir  SiuV, 
©d^Iicgt  tie  ntttbeu  Sugen  ^! 
©titter  »irt)  e«  auf  ben  ©tragen 
Unb  ben  S235d^tcr  I^Srt  man  blafen, 
Unb  bie  5Ra(^t  ruft  «tten  ju: 

®e^t  jur  ^u^M 

©d^Iummert  fft§ ! 
XrSumt  esd^  esa  ^robted. 
SSJem  bie  Sietc  raubt^bett  grieben, 
®et  eitt  fd^Sner  Xtoxm  (efd^eben, 
Sid  oB  Siebd^n  x^n  Begr^*. 

©^(ummert  filg! 


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ANomrMotTs.  267 

God,  I  yield  myself  to  thee! 
When  the  thuiiders  of  battle  are  loud  in  their  strife, 
And  my  opening  veins  pour  forth  my  life, 

God,  I  yield  myself  to  thee! 
Father,  I  call  on  thee! 

GOOD  NIGHT! 

Translated  by  "M.  T."  for  the  Feast  of  the  Poets,  Tait'  s 
Magazine.    Sept.  1846. 


Grood  night.  ♦ 

Let  troubles  pass  away  with  light, 
Day  declineth,  fades  away: 
Till  breaks  forth  the  new  morn's  ray 
Busy  hands  shall  cease  their  toil : 

Good  night. 

Go  to  rest; 
Let  the  eyes  in  sleep  be  pressed. 
All  is  silent  in  the  streets , 
The  watchman  alone  the  hour  repeats, 
And  stilly  night  doth  beckon  all,         ^ 

Go  to  rest. 

Slumber  light; 
Of  Paradise  your  dreams  be  bright; 
Let  glorious  visions  gild  thy  dreams ; 
Fancy  thou  feelest  love's  warm  beams, 
Tho'  waking  love  is  cold  to  thee, 

Slumber  light. 


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born  1799,  died  1856. 


2)a  ^«bt  \\)t  mix  gto§e  (5(e«en  flcmatfet." 


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3tt)ei  2Jrft5er. 


(Dbctt  auf  ber  93crge^fpi^e 
Sicgt  t)a«  ©d^Iog  in  9lad^t  gc^Mt; 
Doc^  im  iB^de  Ieu(i^tcn  Slt|e, 
^cttc  ©(i^toertcr  fUrrcn  toilb. 

35a3  fint)  Srftter,  bic  t)ort  fcc^ten 
©rimmen  3^^i'^wipfr  toutl^cntbrannt. 
©pric^,  toarum  bic  Sriibcr  rcc^tcn 
SKit  bcm  ©(i^wcrte  in  ber  §anb? 

©rapn  Saura'd  Stugcnfunfen 
3ilnbcte  ben  Sriibcrftreit; 
33eibe  glill^en  Uebegtrunten 
%ixx  bie  ablig  l^olbc  SWaib. 

aBelc^cm  aber  bon  ben  Seiben 
33Senbet  fie  il^r  §erje  ju? 
tein  Srgriibeln  (ann'd  entfc^eiben,  — 
©c^toert  ]^erau«,  entfd^eibe  bu! 


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THE  TWO  BROTHEKS. 

Translated  by  Edgar  Alfred  Bowring. 


On  the  -mountain  summit  darkling 
Lies  the  castle,  veil'd  in  night; 

Lights  are  in  the  valley  sparkling, 
Clashing  swords  are  gleaming  bright. 

Brothers  'tis  who  in  fierce  duel 
Fight  with  wrath  to  fury  fann'd; 

Tell  me,  why  these  brothers  cruel 
Strive  thus  madly,  sword  in  hand? 

By  the  eyes  of  Countess  Laura 
"Were  they  thus  in  strife  arrayed; 

Both  with  glowing  love  adore  her,   — 
Her,  the  noble,  beauteous  maid. 

Unto  which  now  of  the  brothers 
Is  her  heart  the  most  inclined? 

She  her  secret  feelings  smothers,  — 
Out,  then,  sword,  the  truth  to  find! 

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274  ^inrid^  ^ine. 

Unt)  fie  fcd^tcn  Wl^n  locrtDcgcn, 
^W  auf  §icbe  niet)cr!ra(^t'd. 
^fttet  eud^,  i^r  toitotn  !Z)egen, 
S36fe«  S3Icttt)tocr!  fdjicidjt  b€«  SRadjW. 

fficl^c!  aScl^c!  Mttt*ae  93rilt)ct! 
aSe^c!  SBc^c!  Wufgc^  Jl^al! 
SJeibc  ^Sm^>fer  jWhcjcn  niebcr, 
©net  in  t)C«  ant)cm  ©tol^l.  — 

SJicf  Sol^rl^unberte  Dcrtod^n, 
Stef  @efd^(e<!^ter  bedt  bod  ®ra6; 
Iraurifl  »on  t)c«  S5ergc«  $6^tt 
©d^aut  t)a«  bt>c  ©(^Io§  ]^a6. 

.  aibcr  Siad^t^,  im  ij^ale^grunbc, 

SBenn  ba  lommt  tie  3tD5(fte  ©tun^, 
itSmpfct  bort  tni^  SBrfibeilJaar. 


^te  ^rettaWere. 


Jlad^  granfceic^  jogen  jtt>et  ©renaWer', 
!Z)ie  tDaren  in  9luglanb  gefangen. 
Unb  al«  fie  famen  in'*  bcnffd^c  Ouorticr, 
@ie  liegen  bie  £d)>fe  l^ongen, 


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EDGAB   ALPBEI)   BOWBING.  275 

And  they  fight  with  rage  despairing, 
Blows  exchange  with  savage  might; 

Take  good  heed,  ye  gallants  daring,  — 
Mischief  walks  abroad  by  night. 

Woe,  O  woe,  ye  brothers  cruel! 

Woe,   O  woe,  thou  vale  abhorr  d  1 
Both  fall  victims  in  the  duel, 

Falling  on  each  other's  sword. 

Races  are  to  dust  converted, 

Many  centuries  have  flown, 
And  the  castle,  now  deserted, 

Sadly  from  the  mount  looks  down. 

But  at  night-time  in  the  valley 

Wondrous  forms  appear  again; 
At  the  stroke  of  twelve,  forth  sally 

To  the  fight  the  brothers  twain. 


THE  GRENADIERS. 

Translated  by  Edgar  Alfred  Bowring. 


Jwo  grenadiers  travelled  tow'rds  France  one  day, 

On  leaving  their  prison  in  Russia, 
And  sadly  they  hung  their  heads  in  dismay 

When  they  reach'd  the  frontiers. of  Prussia. 

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276  ©cinr^  $cmc. 

S)a  ]^6rtcn  flc  Scibc  tic  traurigc  a»5^r: 
S)a6  granlrcid^  toerlotcn  gcgangen, 
Seflcgt  unb  jerfd^lagcn  ba«  ta})fcrc  §cct,  — 
Unb  tjer  Saifcr,  ber  ftaifcr  gcfangcn. 

Da  toctntcn  jufammcn  bic  (Srenabier* 
aOSol^l  ob  bcr  fldgltci^cn  ^nbe: 
S)er  Sine  f^)ra(i^:  ,^tc  toti)  tottb  mtr, 
a33ic  brennt  tncinc  alte  SBunbc." 

©cr  atnbrc  frrad^:   „Da«  8ieb  ift  au«, 
3lu(i^  id^  tnBci^t'  mtt  bit  flcrbcn, 
S)oc^  ]^a6'  tc^  aSSeib  unb  tinb  ju  §au3, 
S)ie  ol^ne  mtci^  tjctbcrben." 

,^a«  fci^crt  mtci^  SBeib,  t»ag  f^rt  mid^  Sinb, 
3d^  trage  toctt  beff'te^  SScrlangen ; 
Sa§  fie  bctteln  ge^n,  wenn  fie  l^ungrig  finb,  - 
aWein  Sdfer,  mctn  taifer  gcfangen! 

„®etoS]^r'  mtr,  SSrubcr,  einc  33itt': 
SBcnn  id^  jcfet  ficrten  xottt>t, 
@o  nimm  mcine  fieic^e  naif  granfreid^  mit, 
Segrafc'  mid^  in  granfrcid^«  @rbc. 

„!Da«  (S^reuheuj  am  rotl^en  Sanb 
©ottjt  btt  auf«  $eQ  mit;  legcn; 
S)ie  glintc  gieb  mir  in  bie  $anb, 
Unb  giht'  mir.  urn  ben  S)egen. 


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ED6AB  ALFRED  B0 WRING.  277 

For  there  they  first  heard  the  story  of  woe, 

That  France  had  utterly  perish'd, 
The  grand  army  had  met  with  an  overthrow, 

They  had  captured  their  Emperor  cherish'd. 

Then  both  of  the  grenadiers  wept  full  sore 

At  hearing  the  terrible  story; 
And  one  of  them  said :     *^Alas  I   once  more 

"My  wounds  are  bleeding  and  gory." 

The  other  one  said :  "The  game's  at  an  end, 
''With  thee  I  would  die  right  gladly, 

''But  Fve  wife  and  child,  whom  at  home  I  should  tend, 
"For  without  me  they'll  fare  but  badly." 

"What  matters  my  child,  what  matters  my  wife? 

"A  heavier  care  has  arisen ; 
"Let  them  beg,  if  they're  hungry,  all  their  life,  — 

"My  Emperor  sighs  in  a  prison  I" 

"Dear  brother,  pray  grant  me  this  one  last  prayer: 

"If  my  hours  I  now  must  number, 
"O  take  my  corpse  to  my  country  fair, 

"That  there  it  may  peacefully  slumber." 

'*The  legion  of  honour,  with  ribbon  red, 

"Upon  my  bosom  place  thou, 
'*ATid  put  in  my  hand  my  musket  dread, 

"And  my  sword  around  me  brace  thou," 


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278  ^inri(!^  ^cinc. 

„®o  toiU  id^  liegen  unb  l^orti^n  fKII 
SBic  cine  ®(i^ilbtt)ad^\  im  ®rabc, 
33t«  ehip  td^  l^Src  ^noncngcbrftH 
Unb  toid^cmbcr  9toffc  Octrafcc. 

,,!Dann  reitet  mein  ^aife^  tool^I  ii6er  vmn  ®ra6, 
SSicI  ©d^tDerter  tUrrcn  unb  blt^n; 
2)ann  ficig  id^  gctoaffnct  ]^ert>or  au«  bem  ®ra6. 
2)cn  Saifcr,  ben  taifer  ju  fd^il<jen!r 


2Cn  mejne  SButter. 


3(j^  Btn*d  getoo^nt,  ben  ^o))f  red^t  l^od^  ju  tragen, 
SWcin  ©inn  ifl  aud^  cin  bi«d^n  ftarr  imb  jSl^; 
fflSenn  fclbjt  ber  «^ttifl  mir  in*^  Sntlifc  fa^c, 
3(^  toilrbc  nid^t  bic  Slugen  niODcrft^togen. 

3)od^,  Uebc  SDlutter,  offcn  toill  ic^'^  fagcn: 
2Bie  mad^tig  audf  mein  flotjer  SRntl^  ftd^  Bla^e, 
9n  beiner  fefig  filgen,  ttanten  Sial^e 
Srgtcift  mic^  oft  ein  bemnt]^j)oIIe«  3^8^^^- 

3fl  e«  bcin  Oeiji,  ber  l^eimUd^  mid^  bejtoinget, 
S)ein  l^ol^er  ®etfi,  ber  atte«  fil^n  burd^bringet, 
Unb  bti|enb  fid^  jnm  §immetelid^te  fd^»ingct? 

Ottolt  mid^  Srinnerung,  bag  id^  Denifcet 
So  mand^e  I^at,  bie  bir  ba«  0^^  betrllbet, 
!Da^  fd^one  ^erj,  bag  mtc^  fo  fel^r  geliebet! 


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£BGAB   ALFEED    BOWEING.  279 

**And  so  in  my  grave  will  I  silently  lie 

•  '^And  watch  like  a  guard  o'er  the  forces, 
''Until  the  roaring  of  cannon  hear  I, 

''And  the  trampling  of  neighing  horses."       .   , 

"My  Emperor  then,  will  ride  over  my  grave, 
"While  the  swords  glitter  brightly  and  rattle ; 

"Then  arm'd  to  the  teeth  will  I  rise  from  the  grave, 
"For  my  Emperor  hasting  to  battle!" 


TO  MY  MOTHER. 

Translated  by  Edgar  Alfred  Bowring. 


I  have  been  wont  to  bear  my  head  right  high. 
My  temper  too  is  somewhat  stern  and  rough; 
Even  before  a  monarch's  <Jold  rebuff 
I  would  not  timidly  avert  mine  eye. 

Yet,  mother  dear,  I'll  tell  it  opeAly: 

Much  as  my  haughty  pride  may  swell  and  puff, 

I  feel  submissive  and  subdued  enough, 

When  thy  much-cherished,  darling  form  is  nigh. 

Is  it  thy  spirit  that  subdues  me  then, 

Thy  spirit,  grasping  all  things  in  its  ken. 
And  soaring  to  the  light  of  heaven  again? 

By  the  sad  recollection  I'm  oppress' d 
.  That  I  have  done  so  much  that  griev'd  thy  breast, 
Which  loved  me,  more  than  all  things  else,  the  best. 


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280  ^nri(i(^  ^inc. 

din  ^(i^tcntaum  flcl^t  ettifam 
3m  aiorbcn  auf  faster  §6^. 
3l^n  f(i^tafert;  mtt  toctger  i)C(fc 
Uml^iiHcn  il^n  Si«  unt)  ©d^nec. 

Sr  trSumt  loon  ciner  ^altnc, 
®ic  fern  im  SKorgcnIanb 
Sinfam  unb  fd^tocigenb  ttauert 
2luf  fcrcnncnber  gdfentoanb. 


^,2Sc§  ^a6'  tm  Srattm  gmeitief/' 

3c^  ^oB'  im  Xraum  getDeinet, 
SKir  trdumtc,  bu  logeji  im  ®rab. 
3c]^  toaci^tc  auf,  nnb  bie  3]^rane 
glog  no(i^  loon  bcr  SBangc  i^rab. 

Sii  l^aV  im  2raum  gctoeinct, 
SKtr  traumt',  bu  locrlicgeft  mici^. 
3d^  toaci^tc  auf,  unb  ic^  tocintc 
^06)  lange  bittcrii(i^, 

3d^  i)aV  im  Iraum  getoeinct, 
9D?ir  traumtc,  bu  bliebefl  mir  gut. 
Sif  toaiftt  auf,  unb  nod^  immer 
©tromt  mcine  ^Jl^rSncnputl^. 


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Db.    JAMES    STEELE.  281 

^A  PINE-TREE  STANDS  IN  THE  NORLAND!'' 

Translated  bY  Dr.  James  Steele. 


A  pine-tree  stands  in  the  Norland 

Alone  on  a  desolate  hill ; 
He  slumbers  beneath  his  mantle 

Of  snow  fleece,  icy-chill. 

He  dreams  of  his  cousin  the  palm-tree, 

Who,  far  amid  tropical  sand. 
In  silence  and  solitude  shrivels 

'Neath  the  vertical  noonday  brandy 

T  WEPT  AS  I  SLUMBERED  AT  NIGHT." 

Translated  by  ''J.  H." 


1  wept  as  I  slumbered  at  night. 

For  I  saw  thy  grave  in  my  dream ; 

I  awoke  —  it  had  taken  to  flight. 

But  tears  down  my  wasted  cheeks  stream. 

I  wept  in  a  dream  of  the  night  J 
I  dreamt  thou  hadst  left  me  and  gone; 
I  awoke  —  the  morning  was.  bright, 
But  bitterly  wept  I  alone! 

I  wept  in  a  dream  of  the  night! 
Thou  wert  true,  I  thought  in  my  sleep. 
I  awoke,  but  what  brought  the  light 
But  to  weep,  aye,  ever  to  weep? 


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282  Wttrid^  ^cme.  J 

J  0  r  e  f  e  i. 


3d^  XDctg  nic^t,  toad  fott  t%  bcbcuten, 
!l)ag  t(i^  fo  trourig  biir; 
Sin  SWa^rd^cn  au«  alten  3citcn, 
jDa«  (ommt  mtr  nid^t  au«  bem  ©inn. 

!Dic  8uft  ifl  Hl^t  unb  c«  bunfeft, 
Unb  ru^ig  flicgt  bcr  SB^ctn; 
Dcr  ©ipfcl  bc«  Sergei  funfett 
3m  Sltcnbformciifc^cin. 

Die  fd^iJnjic  Qungfratt  fl^t 
5Dort  obcn  tounbcrtar, 
^\jt  golb'ned  (Scfd^meibc  bliftct, 
@ic  f&mmt  il^r  golbcncd  §aar. 

®ic  !5mmt  e«  mit  golbencm  Sammc, 
Unb  fingt  cin  8tcb  babci; 
jDa«  l^ot  cine  tounberfame, 
©ctoattigc  SKelobci. 

Dctt  ©(i^iffer  im  ttcincn  ®d^iffe 
©rgreift  c«  mit  toilbcm  SBei^; 
(2r  f(i^aut  nid^t  bic  Sfclfcnriffe, 
Sr  fd^aut  nur  'l^inauf  in  bic  ^^\ 

^if  gtaubc,  bie  aBcHen  t>crfd^Iingen 
«m  ffinbc  ©differ  unb  ^al^n; 
Unb  ba^  l^at  mit  il^rem  ©ingen 
Die  Sorelei  gctl^an. 


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DK.    JAMES    STEELE.  283 

LORELEY. 

Translated  by  Dr.  James  Steele. 


1  know  not  how  it  befalleth 

That  all  so  sad  am  I; 
And  strangely  my  mind  recalleth 

A  tale  of  years  gone  by. 

The  dewy  eve  advances, 

And  tranquil  flows  the  Rhine; 

The  rock's  bold  forehead  glances 
In  daylight's  parting  shine. 

There  sits  the  wondrous  sitter, 

The  beautiful  girl,  up  there; 
Her  golden  jewels  glitter, 

She  combs  her  golden  hair. 

A  madrigal  she  singeth, 

As  her  golden  comb  she  plies ; 

The  music  wildly  ringeth 
Adown  the  river,  and  dies. 

In  his  little  boat  the  rower 

Is  caught  with  a  pang  of  love ; 

He  sees  not  the  rock  below  her, 
He  sees  but  the  girl  above. 

And  there  where  the  wavelets  are  dancing 
He  sank,  with  the  setting  dun; 

And  this  with  her  music  entrancing 
The  Loreley  hath  done. 


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284  ^cinri(i^  ^einc. 


iWcin  ^crg,  mcin  ^crj  ifi  traurig, 
®o(^  lufiig  leud^tct  bcr  SKai ; 
^  flc^c,  gdel^nt  an  bcr  Sinbc, 
§od^  auf  bet  alttn  93aflci. 

Da  brunten  flic§t  bcr  blauc 
©tabtgratcn  in  jKHcr  SRul^'; 
Sin  ^abe  fa^rt  im  ffal^nc, 
Unb  angclt  unb  j)fcift  baju. 

3enfcit«  crl^cBcn  fid^  frcunbli^, 
3n  toinjiger,  buntet  ®cjla(t, 
?ufl^ufer  unb  OSrten  unb  aWcnfd^en, 
Unb  Dd^fcn  unb  2Bicfcn  unb  995a(b. 

Die  2Raflbe  Witfytn  SBafd^, 
Unb  fj)ringcn  im  @xa9  Return; 
S)a«  SKil^Irab  flaubt  Diamantcn, 
3d^  l^ore  fein  ferncg  ®efumm\ 

SCm  attcn  grauen  Sl^urmc 
Sin  ®d^ilber^u«d^en  flcl^t; 
Sin  rot^gcrMter  Surfd^ 
35ott  auf  uub  nicber  gcl^t. 

Sr  fpicit  mit  fetner  gltnte, 
Die  funfeft  im*  ©onnenrotl^, 
Sr  prSfcntiert  unb  fd^ultcrt  — 
^  n)ont\  er  fdffoRe  mid^  tobt. 


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DB.    JAMES    STEELE. 


285 


''MY  HEART,  MY  HEART  IS  SINKING." 

Translated  by  Dr.  James  Steele. 


My  heart,   my  heart  is  sinking, 
As  the  May  awakes  in  glee ; 

I  stand  high  up  on  the  rampart, 
With  my  back  to  a  linden-tree. 

Below  me  crawls  in  silence 
The  city's  broad  blue  moat; 

Where  a  boy  is  singing  and  angling 
As  he  veers  about  in  his  boat. 

Far  over,  by  distance  mellowed, 
The  landscape  lies  unrolled: 

Wayfarer,  garden  and  villa, 

An'd  kine  and  meadow  and  wold. 

On  the  green  the  linen  is  bleaching 
While  gambol  the  girls  around; 

The  mill-wheel  scatters  its  diamonds; 
I  hear  its  monotonous  sound. 

Upon  the  old  gray  tower 
There  stands  a  sentry-box ; 

I  see  the  guard,  red-coated, 
As  up  and  down  he  walks. 

I  see  him  play  with  his  musket. 

Which  gleams  in  the  morning-red ; 
He  shoulders  it  and  levels  it;    — 
'I  would  he  shot  me  dead! 


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286  ^cinrid^  ^cine. 


^,®enit  tc§  ait  betitem  J&aufe.^ 


tUenn  xii  an  betnem  $aufe 
De«  9Korgen«  loorilber  gcl^', 
®o  frcut'«  miii,  bu  (icfcc  ^(ctiie, 
aBenii  id^  bid^  am  genfler  fcl^*. 

Wilt  beinen  fd^tDorjkaunen  %ugen 
©ic^P  bu  mid^  forfd^cnb  an: 
,^r  fcifi  bu,  unb  tt)a«  fc^It  bit, 
®u  frcmbcr,  franfer  SKann?" 

3d^  bin  ein  bcutfd^cr  Did^tcr, 
93c!annt  im  beutfd^n  Sanb; 
Sicnnt  man  bic  fceflen  5Ramcn, 
®o  toitb  aud^  bcr  mctnc  gcnannt. 

Unb  toa^  mir  fcl^It,  bu  Slcine, 
gcl^tt  SDland^cm  im  beutfd^cn  Sanb; 
5Rennt  man  bie  fd^limmficn  ©d^mcrjen, 
@o  »irb  aud^  bcv  mcine  genannt. 


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DB.    JAMES    STEELE.  287 


T  LIKE,  WHEN  IN  THE  MORNING." 

Tranilated  by  Dr.  James  Steele. 


I  like,  when  in  the  morning 
Your  cottage  door  I  pass, 

To  see  you  at  the  window, 
You  pretty  little  lass. 

Your  dark  bro\^n  eyes  with  wonder 
Are  filled,  as  I  go  on ;  — 

'^Who  are  you  and  what  ails  you, 
You  stranger,  woe — begone?" 

'1  am  a  German  poet. 

In  Germany  renowned, 
And  high  among  the  best  ones 

My  name  is  to  be  found. 

And  that  which  ails  me,  darling, 
Ails  Germans  many  a  one; 

But  where  their  sorrow  endeth, 
Mine  only  hath  begun." 


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„®te  htt  SKoitb  ftc§  Teitc^feitJ)  bratiget.* 


ttie  bcr  aWonb  P(i^  (cud^tcnt)  brongct 
Durd^  ben  bunfehi  SBoHettflor, 
?ttfo  taud^t  au«  bunfdn  3^^^^" 
SDlhr  ein  iii^tt^  Silb  l^crt)or. 

®agen  olf  auf  bcm  Scrbcrfc, 
gul^ren  flolj.l^uafc  ben  ^i^cin 
Uttb  bic  fommergrihicn  Ufcr 
@\^n  im  afeenbfonnenfd^ctn. 

©innenb  fag  id^  ju  ben  ffiigen 
Sitter  Datne,  fd^on  unb  l^olb; 
3n  tl^r  Uebe«,  6(cid^e«  atitKfe 
©pielt*  ba«  rotl^e  ©ontiettgofc. 

Sauten  Hattgcn,  Sufcen  fattgett, 
aaJunbertorc  gr5pd^Iett! 
Unb  ber  ^itnittd  tiourbe  btouer, 
Uttb  bie  ®ee(e  tDutbc  tt>eit. 

SKard^enl^aft  boriiBerjogett 
©erg'  uttb  Surgen,  SBalb  unb  ?lu;  - 
Unb  ba«  ane«  fal^'  id^  glSnjctt 
3ti  betit  Slug'  ber  fd^Snen  grau. 


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MISS   M.    HTJTCHISON.  289 

"AS  THE  MOON'S  FAIR  FACE  APPEARS." 
Translated  by  Miss  M.   Hutchison. 


As  the  Moon's  fair  face  appears. 

Smiling  through  the  clouds  of  night, 

So  mid  dark  of  vanished  years 
Gleams  a  memory  of  light. 

Down  the  Rhine,  the  proudly  flowing. 

Merry  voyagers  sailing  on ; 
Banks  of  summer-greenness  glowing 

In  the  glare  of  evening  sun. 

At  the  foot  of  a  dear  maiden, 
Dear  and  sweet,  I  musing  lay, 

On  her  pale  and  lovely  features 
Flashed  the  light  of  fading  day. 

Music  ringing,  voices  singing. 

Wondrous  rapture,  strange  and  new ! 

Far  and  high  the  soul's  swift  winging 
Through  the  broader  deeper  blue! 

Like  a  dream  of  shifting  splendour, 
Mount  and  tower  and  tree  went  by. 

Glancing  in  the  radiance  tender 
Of  the  darling  maiden's  eye  I    , 

OoLDSCHMiDT ,  German  Poetry.  19 


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296-  4>einri(^  ^inc. 

'3)it  ftfi  mt  erne  Stame. 

Btt  Btfl  tote  eme  Shtme, 
So  l^otb  unb  fd^iJn  unb  rein; 
d(i^  fd^au'  t)t(i^  an  tmb  Sel^mut^ 
©(^(cid^t  mir  itt«  ^crj  l^incbi. 

SWtr  ifi,  ate  ob  id^  t)ic  S>fittl>« 
auf«  $auft  bit  legen  follt', 
SSctcnb,  bag  ®ott  bid^  cr^altc 
©0  rein  imb  f^5n  unb  l^olb.     • 

S  t  tt  rm. 


€«  toiltl^et  ber  ®turm, 
Unb  cr  ^)eitfd^t  bic  SBeHen, 
Unb  bic  Sett'n,  toutl^fd^dumcnb  unb  Baumenb, 
S^^ftrmen  fid^  auf,  unb  e«  toogcn  lebenbtg 
Die  toetgen  SEBaRerterge, 
Unb  ba^  ©d^ifflein  erflimmt  fk, 
^ajiig,  mfli^fam, 
Unb  flSfeBd^  jiilrjt  e«  ^inab 
3n  fd^toorje,  toeitgol^nenbe  glutl^abgrftnbe.  — 

8crgeben«  mein  8ittcn  unb  Slel^n! 
iWein  9iufen  loerl^aUt  im  tofenben  Sturm, 
3m  ©d^Iad^tlarm  ber  SBinbe. 
C«  braufi  unb  pfeift  unb  fraffelt  unb  ^eult, 


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MKS.    E.    KKOEKER.  291 

"E'EN  AS  A  BEAUTEOUS  FLOWER." 
Translated  by  Mrs.  E,  Kroeker,  n^e  Freiligrath. 


E'^n  as  a  beauteous  Flower 
So  fair  and  pure  thou  art, 

I  gaze  on  thee  and  sadness 
Comes  stealing  o'er  my  heart. 

My  hands  I  fain  had  folded 
Upon  thy  soft  brown  hair, 

Praying  that  God  would  keep  thee 
Thus  lovely,  pure  and  fair. 


THE  TEMPEST. 

Translated  by  Richard  Garnett. 


Fierce  streams  the  blast  —  in  anguish  coils 
The  wave  beneath  it,  gleams  and  boils. 
And  soars  with  many  a  foaming  fountain, 
A  white  and  living  water-mountain. 
The  bark  the  waves  in  mockery  fling 
Forth  from  their  foamy  ravening, 
A  moment  gleams  —  and  instant  is 
Lost  in  a  yawning  black  abyss. 

In  vain  my  prayer  and  deprecation ; 
Drown*d  in  the  shock  and  agitation 
Of  the  wild  winds  that  raving  battle, 
And  roar,  and  shriek,  and  howl,  and  rattle, 

19* 


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292  ^Inric!^  $clnc. 

SBie  cm  lottl^au^  »im  Ifincti! 
Unt)  }t»if(i^cnt5UT(i^  W  ^^  »erne^mbar 
Sodcnbe  §«^fentaute, 
©e^nfud^ttoitoen  ©efang, 
©cetenf^mdjent)  unt)  feelcnjerreigcnt), 
Unb  i(i  erfcnne  t)ic  ©timmc. 

gem  an  fc^ottif(i^cf  gclfcnmjtc, 
SBo  t)a«  gtaue  ©ci^lBSlctn  ^inau^tagt 
UctcT  bie  brant5cnt)e  ®ce, 
Dort  am  ^o(i^flct»i)tttcn  gcnjler, 
©tc^t  eine  f(i^onc,  !ran!e  gtau, 
3artbUTc^fi(3^tig  unt)  marmorblag, 
Unb  flc  fi)iett  bic  §<^tfc  unt)  fingt, 
Unt)  bet  SBtnb  bur^tott^lt  il^tc  tangen  Sodcn, 
Unb  trSgt  i^t  bunf(c«  Sicb 
Uefcct  bag  tocttc,  ftUrmenbc  aRccr. 


Seegefpettfl. 


3(i^  abet  lag  am  Sianbe  be«  ©c^ifteS, 
Unb  fci^autc,  traumenben  3lugc«, 
§inab  in  ba«  f^)iegcmare  SBaflet, 
Unb  f(i^aute  tiefet  unb-ticfet  — 
33i«  ttef  tm  SDleere^grunbe, 
3lnfang«  toic  bammembe  9leBe(, 
3ebod^  aHma^Ug  fatbenbejlimmter, 
tird^en!u^)^)el  unb  Z^iixmt  fic^  jeigten, 


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BIGHABD    GAKNETT.  293 

Like   one  vast  cell  of  maniac  sound  — 

Yet  hear  I  *mid  the  broil  resound 

The  gusty  accents  of  a  lyre, 

And  twanging  chords,  and  voice  of  fire 

That  tear  the  shuddering  soul  along 

And  hearkening  know  whence  comes  the  song. 

Far  on  the  rugged  Scottish  shore, 
Where  the  old  castle  gazes  o'er 
The  frantic  waters  in  amazement  — 
There,   at  the  lofty  vaulted  casement, 
A  pallid  lovely  woman  stands, 
Tender  of  glance  and  frail,  her  hands 
Clang  on  the  harp,  and  wild  she  sings, 
And  wild  the  storm  her  tresses  flings, 
And  bears  the  voice  of  her  emotion 
Far  o'er  the  roaring  wastes  of  Ocean. 


SEA  VISION. 

Translated  by  Mrs.  E.  Kroeker,  n6e  Freiligrath. 


But  I  lay  at  the  edge  of  the  vessel, 

And  gazed  with  eye  that  was  dreaming 

Down  into  the  clear  crystal  water. 

And  gazed  down  deeper  and  deeper 

Till  far  on  the  ground  of  the  Ocean, 

At  first  like  mists  of  twilight, 

But  soon  more  defined  in  colour  and  substance, 

Domes  of  churches  appeared  and  steeples. 


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294  ^^xidf  $eittc. 

Unb  cnttiif,  fonnenttat,  eitte  giut}e  <Biat>t, 

3(ltertl^llmlid^  nicberlanbifd^, 

Unt)  mettfd^cnfcclefct. 

Scbad^ttgc  SDlamicr,  fd^tDarjtcmSntcU, 

SKit  tocigcn  $ate(raufen  unb  @^rcn!ctten, 

Unb  lottgcn  Dcgen  unb  (angcn  ©eftd^tcrn, 

©d^rciten  fiber  ben  toimmelnben  aWarftj)(a§ 

iRad^  bent  trq)pen]^i)]^en  9tat]^]^aud, 

S5Jo  jietneme  f aiferbilber 

SBad^t  l^alten  mit  S^)ptcx  unb  ©(j^toert. 

Unferu'^,  bor  (angen  $)aufer*SRei]^n, 

aSJo  fftegeftlanfe  genftcr 

Unb  p^Tamibif(i^  fcefd^nittcne  Sinben, 

SBanbeIn  feibenrauWenbc  3fungfem, 

©d^Ianfe  Sei^en,  bie  35lumengefid^ter 

©ittfam  umfd^lojfen  bon  fd^toarjen  aKiiftd^en 

Unb  l^en)orquettenbem  ©olbl^aar. 

S3unte  ©efetten,  in  f^anifc^r  Zxai^t, 

©toljtcren  bodlber  unb  nidten. 

SSeiai^rte  grauen, 

3n  brauncn/  bcrfd^oHnen  Oetoonbern, 

©cfangBud^  unb  SRofcnfranj  in  ber  ^anb, 

Silen,  trtj)})elnben  ®d^ritt«, 

^ad^  bem  arofen  3)ome, 

©etrieben  bon  ©lodcngeloute 

Unb  raufd^enbcm  Drgettou. 

3Rtd^  fettft  ergreift  be«  ferncn  aiang^ 
Oel^eimnifeboHer  ©d^ouer! 
Unenbttd^ed  ©el^nen,  tiefe  SBeJ^ntutl^ 


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And  at  lengith^  t^lear  as  day,  an  entire  town, 

Antiquated,  Netheriandish, 

And  thronging  with  people. 

Solemn  men,  clothed  in  black  mantles, 

With  snow-white  ruffs,  and  diains  of  honour. 

Wearing  long  swords,  and  long  stiff  foces. 

Stalk  gravely  across  the  busy  market 

To  the  Town  Hall,  ascended  by  flints  of  steps, 

Where  imperial  statues  of  stone 

Guard  entrance,  with  sceptre  and  sword. 

Not  far  off,  before  long  rows  of  houses  — 

The  windows  glittering  like  polished  mirrors  — 

Before  lindens  clipt  into  pyramids  quaiaily, 

Maidens  are  walking,  with  rustling  silk  garments. 

Slim  little  waists,  their  fair  blooming  fa<yes 

Modestly  peeriitg  out  forth  from  their  tresses, 

Golden  tresses  all  gloriously  flowing. 

Gay  young  fellows  in  Spanish  costume 

Pass  by,  haughtily  nodding. 

Aged  women 

In  brown  old-fashioned  dresses, 

Bearing  in  hand  their  rosary  and  prayer-^books. 

Hasten  with  feeble  steps 

To  the  great  Cathedral, 

Urged  thither  by  clanging  of  bells, 

And  the  deep-thrilling  tones  of  the  organ. 

Myself  am  moved  by  the  secret 
Mysterious  power  of  the  distant  sound. 
An  infinite  yearning,  deep  melancholy 


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296  .     ^einrici^  ^einc. 

SJefd^Ictd^t  mm  ^crj, 

aWcin  faum  gel^cilte^  $crj;  — 

SWir  ifl,  ate  toilrben  fcine  Smtben 

Son  lickn  iipiftn  aufgcHlgt, 

Utit)  tl^Stctt  tmebcr  fclutcn,  — 

^eifee,  rotl^  Sropfen, 

I)ic  (ang  unt)  Jongfam  tttcbetfoll'ii 

Suf  cin  alte«  ^u«,  bort  untcn 

3n  bcr  tiefcn  aRecrjiatt, 

8[uf  cm  a(tc«,  ]^od^gcgtebeltc«  |kiu^ 

Da«  meland^oKfd^  mcnfcj^lecr  tfl, 

Slur  bag  am  untern  genflcr 

©n  mh^tn  flfet, 

Den  f  opf  auf  ben  3lrm  gcjiftlt, 

aSSie  ein  arme«,  i>erfleffene«  ^inb  — 

Unb  ^  fennc  bid^,  arme«,  »ergeffene«  ^nb. 

©0  tief,  meertief  alfo 
SJerpedft  bu  bid^  t)or  mir 
5lu«  finbtf(i^er  8aune, 
Unb  fonntcfl  mttft  mcl^r  l^erauf, 
Unb  fagcji  fremb  unter  fremben  Senten, 
3al^rl^unberte  (ang, 
Dertoeilen  i(^,  bie  ©eele  rxM  Oram, 
?luf  ber  ganjen  @rbe  bid^  fud^te, 
Unb  immcr  bid^  fud^te, 
^n  3mmergeKefctc, 
Du  8angfh)criorene, 
Du  SnbKd^efunbene  — 
3d^  i)aV  bid^  gefunben  unb  fd^ue  mtebcr 


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Comes  creeping  o'er  my  heart, 

My  scarcely  healed  heart;   — 

I  feel  as  though  its  wounds  were  kissed  open 

Once  more  again,  hy  beloved  lips, 

And  that  again  they  ^ere  bleeding. 

Hot  drops  of  blood, 

Which  downwards  fall  slowly 

Upon  an  old  house  below. 

Far  in  the  depths  of  the  Ocean, 

Upon  an  old  house  and  lofty-gabled, 

Which  stands  in  sad  drear  solitude, 

But  that  at  one  window 

Sits,   forlorn,  a  maiden. 

Supporting  her  head  on  her  arm. 

Like  a  poor  forgotten  child. 

And  I  know  thee,  thou  poor  and  forgotten  child  I 

Thus  deep  then,  even  as  deep  as  the  Ocean 

Didst  thou  hide  away  from  me 

In  childish  caprice. 

And  could' St  return  again  never. 

And  didst  remain  as  a  stranger  among  strange  people. 

For  centuries. 

While  I,  with  grieving  soul. 

The  whole  earth  over  have  sought  thee. 

Aye  without  ceasing  have  sought  thee. 

Thou  ever  loved  one. 

Oh  thou  long  lost  one. 

At  length  found  again! 

But  now  I  have  found  thee  —  once  more  I  behold 


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298  ^tim6f  ^hte. 

®ctn  fil§c«  ©efld^t, 

®ic  Kugcn,  trcucn  Slttgot, 

2)a«  ficBc  Sad^In  — 

Unt)  nhnmct  toitt  ui^  bk^  toicbcr  i)crfaffcii 

Unt)  id^  fommc  Initio*  ju  bir, 

Unt)  mit  au«gcbrcitctcn  Slrmen 

©tftrj*  id^  l^inab  an  tm  ^x^,  — 

abcr  jur  rcd^tcH  3^it  nod^ 
@rgrtff  stitl^  6etm  §u|  ))er  ^a)>ctan 
Unt)  jog  miif  torn  ©t^ffdranb, 
Unt)  ricf,  argcrliti^  lad^cnb: 
„®octor,  itnt)  ®tc  t>c«  leufd*?" 


3^rfl^ftttgsfie&. 


itcifc  jtcl^t  bnrd^  mcin  OcmM^ 
8icbK(i^c«  Ociantc. 
SItngc,  flctnc«  ^]^Cing«(ict>, 
^ing'  ]^hi(m«  in*«  SBeite! 

$Itng'  l^inand  ii»  in  txt^  ^ud 
®o  bie  ©tamen  f^Jticgett! 
aajenn  bn  cine  9iofc  f^'fl, 
®ag',  id^  (aff'  ftc  grft^n! 


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Thy  sweet,  sweet  face, 

And  those  kind  faithful  eyes 

And  that  dear  sad  smile.   — 

And  never,  never  again  will  I  leave  thee, 

1  am  coming  to  thee, 

And  with  arms  outspread 

Let  me  down  to  thy  heart!   — 

But  just  in  the  nick  of  time 

My  foot  was  grasped  by  the  Captain, 

Who  pulled  me  away  from  the  edge  of  the  vessel 

And  cried  half  vexed,  and  half  laughi&g, 

^'Sirl  what  the  Deuce,  axe  you  up  to?"  — 


SPRING  SONG. 

Translated  by  Mrs.  E.  Kroeker,  n6e  Freiligrath. 


Soft  and  gently  through  my  soul 
Sweetest  bells  are  ringing, 

Speed  you  forth,   my  little  song 
Of  spring-time  gaily  singing ! 

Speed  you  onward,   to  a  house 
Where  sweet  flowers  are  fleeting, 

If  perchance  a  Rose  you  see, 
Say,  I  send  her  greeting. 


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300  ^inrli^  ^ne. 

T>tv  3lttiiettj!etn. 


(l9  xagt  in«  SRccr  bcr  Siuticnflcm, 

!Da  fi^*  id^  mit  mcincn  IrSumcn; 

ffi«  })feift  bcr  SBinb  —  bie  SWStocn  f(i^rci'ti, 

Die  SBcttcn,  fie  toanbern  unb  f^aumen. 

Qif  l^abc  gelicbt  man(]^  f(i^8nc«  ftrab, 
Unb  mand^n  guten  ©cfcllcti; 
S33o  flnb  flc  l^in?  &  »)fcift  bcr  9Bhib, 
ffi«  xoanbcm  unb  ftJ^Sumcn  bic  SBeHcn! 


Die  S5e6cr. 


3m  bftflcm  angc  fcine  2:^r5ne, 
Sic  fi^n  am  aScbflnl^I  unb  flctfd^en  bic  35^"^- 
„S)cutfd^Ianb,  toir  »ckn  bctn  Scid^cntud^, 
Sir  tocben  l^inein  ben  brcifad^cn  gtud^  — 
SBtr  tDcBcn,  toir  toebcnl 

„(gin  g(ud^  bcm  ®5^jcn,  jn  bcm  »ir  gebctcn 
3n  aSintcr^fSItc  unb  $ungcr«n6t]^cn ; 
Sir  l^aBcn  i)crgcbcn«  gcl^offt  unb  gel^arrt, 
(gr  ^at  un«  gcSfft  unb  gefo})i)t  unb  gcnarrt  — 
Sir  »c6cn,  toir  xocbcn! 


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EDOAB   AXFBED    B0WBIN6.  301 

THE  RUNIC  STONE. 

Translated  by  Edgar  Alfred  Bowring. 

The  Runic  stone  'mongst  the  waves  stands  high, 
There  sit  I,   with  thoughts  far  roaming; 

The  wind  pipes  loudly,  the  seamews  cry, 
The  billows  are  curling  and  foaming. 

Tve  loved  full  many  a  charming  girl, 

Loved  many  a  comrade  proudly  — 
Where  are  they  npw?  The  billows  curl 

And  foam,  and  the  \yind  pipes  loudly. 


HTTrvTf4,f*,iV.'     y 


THE  SILESIAN  WEAVERS. 

Translated  by  Edgar  Alfred  Bowring. 


No  tears  from  their  gloomy  eyes  are  flowing. 
They  sit  at  the  loom,  their  white  teeth  showing: 
**Thy  shroud,   O  Germany,  now  weave  we, 
^A  threefold  curse  we're  weaving  for  thee,  — 
**We're  weaving,  we're  weaving!" 

**A  curse  on  the  God  to  whom  our  petition 
**WeVe  vainly  adress'd  when  in  starving  condition ; 
**Iii  vain  did  we  hope,  and  in  vain  did  we  wait, 
**He  only  derided  and  mock'd  our  sad  fate.   — 
^We're  weaving,  we're  weaving  I 


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302  ^mtid^  $cinc. 

„Stn  %inii  bcm  ^Mq,  bcm  SBnij  bcr  Sicid^cn, 
Den  unfcr  SIcnb  ntd^t  fornite  ertocid^n, 
3)cr  ben  Ic^cn  Orofc^n  ^m  und  cr^Jtcfft, 
Unb  un«  toic  ^unbc  cvf(!^ic§cTi  ISgt  — 
SBtr  tocfeen,  totr  tocBcn! 

„©n  SIu(i^  bcm  falf^n  SotcrloHbe, 
S33o  nut  gcbcii^eti  ®d^m(w3^  irat)  ©^nbe, 
SBo  icbc  Slume  fril^  jcfnidt, 
S3Bo  gSuInife  unt)  SWober  ben  9Swcm  crqirfdt  — 
SQSir  tucBcn,  t»hr  tockn ! 

„®a«  ©d^iff^n  fiicgt,  bcr  ScBjlu^I  !ra<^t, 
S33ir  tocBcTi  cmfij  Jaj  unb  9iad^t  — 
aitbcutfd^Ianb,  »ir  tocbcn  bcin  8ct(!^cntud^, 
395ir  t»c6cn  l^inciii  ben  brcifad^cn  ^hxi^. 
SBh:  tt)c6cn,  tmr  t©c6en!" 


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EDGAB   AliFBED    BOWBING.  303 

"A  curse  on  the  King  of  the  wealthy,   whom  often 
**Our  misery  vainly  attempted  to  soften; 
**Who  takes  away  e*en  the  last  penny  weVe  got, 
^And  lets  us  like  dogs  in  the  highway  he  shot,  — 
*^e're  weaving,  we're  weaving! 

"A  curse  on  our  fatherland  false  and  contriving, 
'^Where  shame  and  disgrace  alone  are  seen  thriving, 
''Where  flowers  are  pluck'd  before  they  unfold, 
'^Where  baftenthe  worms  on  corruption  and  mould,  — 
"We're  weaving,  we're  weaving ! 

**The  shuttle  is  flying,  the  loom  creaks  away, 
"We're  weaving  busily  night  and  day; 
**Thy  shroud.  Old  Germany,  now  weave  we, 
''A  threefold  curse  we're  weaving  for  thee,   — 
''We're  weaving,  we're  weaving!" 


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Jtthmnh  JFretltjratli^ 


bom  1810. 


,,Qa§  braufen  beinci  Ga^m  Duett! 
0,  la§  mi<^  ^oren  bein  (Bttx^tV 


GoLDscHMiDT,  German  Poetiy.  20 


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Die  2Ctt0ti)art&ercr. 


3d^  brnn  ten  99fi(I  itki^t  ijon  euci^  tDCUbett; 
3d^  mug  cu(^  anfd^au'n  immcrfcar: 
SBic  rei^t  i^r  mit  gcfd^dft'gcn  §anbcn 
®em  ©d^iffer  eurc  §abe  t>ar» 

Sl^r  aKonrtcr,  bic  il^r  i)on  bcm  9ia(fen 
Die  SBrbe  langt,  mit  ©rob  fcefd^toert, 
!Da8  xl^x,  au6  bcutfd^cm  Som  gebadfen, 
©erBftet  l^ait  auf  beutfd^em  $ert); 

Unt)  il^r,  im  ©d^mud  ber  langen  B^Pf^r 
.3l^r  ©ci^toarjtoalbmabd^en,  braun  unb  fd^Ian! 
aBie  forgfam  fieKt  i^x  ffrilg'  unb  Ifipfe 
?luf  ber  Sc^aluppe  grfinc  S3anf! 

!Da«  fmb  biefelben  lopf'  unb  trilgc, 
Dft  an  ber  C>^i«i<^t]^  33orn  gefiiCt; 
aSSenn  am  2Kiffouri  Me6  f(i^ti)iegc, 
©ie  malten  cuc^  ber  §etmat^  33i(b ; 


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THE  EMIGRANTS. 

Translated  by  Dr.  Alfred  Baske^rville. 


1  cannot  turn  my  look  aside, 

But  ling'ring  watch  ye  on  the  strand, 

As  to  the  sailpr  ye  confide 

Your  wealth,  your  all,  with  busy  hand. 

Men,  from  your  shoulders  placing  round, 
Bread  laden  baskets  on  the  earth; 
The  meal  of  German  corn  was  ground, 
And  baked  upon  a  German  hearth. 

And  ye,  adorned  with  braided  hair, 
Black-Forest  maidens,  slender,  brown, 
How  on  the  shallop's  bench  with  care 
Ye  lay  your  jugs  and  pitchers  down  I 

How  oft  have  flown  those  pitchers  o'er 
With  water  from  your  native  spring; 
When  silent  is  Missouri's  shore 
Sweet  dreams  of  home  to  you  they'll  bring. 

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308  gcrbinanb  gvcUigrat^^. 

S)c^  S)orfc«  pcingcfagtc  Duettc, 
3u  bcr  il^r  fd^6pfcnt)  eud^  gebftcft; 
®c«  $crt)C«  trautc  g^ucrficttc, 
®a«  S3Bant)0cfim«,  t)a«  fie  0cf(!^mil(ft, 

33alb  jtcrcn  fie  im  fcrnen  SBcflcn 
®c«  Icid^tcn  35rctter^aufc«  SBanb; 
Salt)  rcid^t  fie  mftt)cn,  braunen  ®dficn, 
SSoH  frtf(]^en  Irunfe«,  cure  ^anb. 

g«  trinft  barau«  ber  Ifd^erofefe, 
Srmattet,  i)on  ber  3agt)  befiaubt; 
9iid^t  mel^r  ©on  beutfd^er  9tebcn(efc 
Jragt  il^r  fie  l^ctm,  mit  Oriln  belaubt. 

O  fprcd^t!  tDorum  jogt  tl^r  i)on  batmen? 
Da«  Stedartl^al  ^t  SSein  unb  torn, 
J)cr  ©d^tt)arjtt)a(b  ftel^t  t)oU  pttjl'rer  Joiinne 
3m  ©pcffart  flingt  bc«  ailJlcrd  C)om. 

SBie  tt)itb  e^  in  ben  fremben  aSSSIbern 
Su(i^  nad^  ber  ^matl^berge  ®rftn, 
9iad^  ®eutfd^Ianb«  gelben  SEBeijenfelbem, 
yiaif  feinen  Stcbenl^itgetn  jte^n! 

ffiie  toirb  bad  33ilb  ber  altcn  lage 
2)urd^  eure  !£raume  glanjenb  toel^n! 
Olei^  einer  ftillen,  frommen  ©age 
2Birb  e«  cud^  bor  ber  ©eclc  ftel^n. 


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DB.   ALFBED   BASKJSBYILLE.  309 

The  stone-encircled  village  well, 
Where  ye  to  draw  the  water  bent; 
The  hearth,  where  soft  affections  dwell, 
The  mantle-piece,  its  ornament; 

Soon  will  they,  in  the  distant  west, 
Adorn  the  log-hut's  wooden  side, 
Soon  to  the  red-skinned  weary  guest 
Ye'll  hand  their  clear  refreshing  tide. 

The  Chefookees  will  drink  their  flood. 
Who  in  the  chase  exhausted  roam  ; 
No  more,  filled  with  the  grape's  red  blood. 
Nor  hung  with  wreaths,  ye*ll  bear  them  home. 

Sayl   why  seek  ye  a  distant  land? 
The  Neckar-vale  has  wine  and  corn; 
Dark  pines  in  your  Black-Forest  stand, 
In  Spessart  sounds  the  Alpine  horn. 

How,  when  in  distant  woods,  forlorn. 
Ye  for  your  native  hills  will  pine, 
For  Deutschland's  golden  fields  of  corU; 
And  verdant  hills  of  clustering  vine; 

How  will  the  image  of  the  past 
Through  all  your  dreams  in  brightness  roll. 
And,   like  some  pious  legend,   cast 
A  veil  of  sadness  o'er  your  soul  I 


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310  Q^ittaatib  greiU^tltf. 

Dcr  SooWman  totttft!  —  ^ift  Ijm  in  griebwi! 
®ott  fd^ill'  tuif,  aWanti  unt)  SBcib  rnib  ®Tei«! 
®ei  grcMbc  curcr  Srufl  6cfci^ia)cn, 
Unb  curen  gclbcm  9tci«  unb  9Wai«! 


2Seerfaaer. 


dbbctrocfeu  auf  bem  ©tranbc 
Sag  btc  unbcl^olfnc  £of; 
®d^t»5rjlid^  l^tng  am  SWafl  ba^  S^^flii^ 
Da«  i)om  lefeten  ijange  troff. 

2:aflent)  j^rfifte  feme  aKafd^en 
©n  borfilgiger  ©efett; 
5if(^c  borrtcn  in  ber  Sonne 
?tn  bent  l^iJIjemen  ©eflett. 

^ig  unb  burflig  fa)^  bie  2)ilne 
3lnf  ba«  2»eer,  ein  XantalnS ; 
aajie  ein  grower  ©itberl^ffimonb 
S9(i|te  ber  DceannS. 

3ebe  SBcHc,  gran  nnb  faljtg, 
®ie  fld^  on  bent  Ufer  ixai^, 
3Bie  jnm  ©ru^e  mit  bem  $au)>te 
9ticftc  branbcnb  fie,  unb  frt«(i^: 


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DB.    ALFBED    BA8KEBVILLE.  311 

The  boatman  beckons  —  go  in  peace! 
May  God  preserve  you,  man  and  wife, 
Your  fields  of  rice  and  maise  increase 
And  with  his  blessings  crown  your  life! 


SEA  FABLE. 

Translated  hy  Mrs.  E.  Kroeker,  n6e  Freiligrath. 


xligh  and  dry  upon  the  sea-shore 
Lies  the  helpless  fishing-smack, 

From  the  mast  the  net  is  hanging, 
Dripping  still  all  wet  and  black. 

Yon  bare-footed  youth  is  trying 
All  its  meshes  o'er  with  care; 

Fishes  in  the  sun  are  drying 

On  the  wooden  framework  there. 

Parched,  the  arid  plain  is  gazing 
On  the  sea,  like  Tantalus, 

As  a  mighty  silver  Crescent 
Flashes  great  Oceanus. 

Every  billow,  gray  and  salty, 
As  upon  the  beach  it  broke. 

As  if  greeting  with  its  crested 

Heady  it  nodded^  and  then  spoke: 


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312  gerbinonb  greiUgrat^. 

%m  ®cflabe  xan^if  id^  genie, 
8c(fc  gem  ben  l^artcn  ©anb; 
33unte  SWufd^eln,  SKecre^flcrne 
@^Ieubre  gem  i^  an  bad  Sanb. 

©erne  fel^*  i^  ^aib'  unb  ©tnjlcr 
SQSud^cm  um  bic  2)ilncn  l^er. 
^ier  ^ergcR'  id^,  tt)ie  fo  pnjler 
S)rau6en  ifl  bad  l^ol^e  2Kecr, 

Dad  bie  fatten  ©tftrme  ^>eitfd^cn, 
SBo  ber  SRonnann  gifd^c  fongt, 
SSo  bad  @tdmeer  mit  bed  beutfd^en 
SKeerd  ®ett)5f[crn  fl(i^  bermengt. 

ffeine  Jonn*  nnb  leine  93afe 
©d^tptmmt  unb  flammt  bort  auf  ber  @ec 
Unb  aOnSd^tfid^  fteigt  ber  ^fe 
and  ben  liefen  in  bie  ^h\f\ 

(Sine  3nfel,  jiarr  bon  ©d^uppen, 
Siubert  bort  bad  Ungetl^ilm. 
aengflUd^  flftd^ten  bie  ©d^aluppen, 
Unb  ber  gifd^er  grcift  jum  3ticm. 


„%t^nliif  einer  grogcn  fd^toarjcn 
glad^e'liegt  er,  fampfbereit, 
Unb  fcin  mitn  iji  mit  SBarjen, 
SBic  mit  ^ilgcln  ttberflreut. 


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MBS.    £.    KBOEKEB.  313 

On  the  beach  I  love  to  murmur, 
Love  to  lick  the  firm  hard  sand, 

Coloured  shells  and  starfish  gladly 
Do  I  fling  upon  the  strand. 

Much  I  love  to  see  the  wild  gorse 

Straggling  grow  about  the  plain; 
Here  do  I  forget  how  gloomy 

Is,  without,  the  boundless  main. 

Which  the  stormy  tempest  lashes, 

Where  the  Norsemen  fishing  go, 
Where  the  Arctic  and  the  German 

Oceans  both  together  flow. 

Neither  buoy  nor  blazing  beacon 

Watch  upon  the  sea  there  keep, 
And  the  kraken  rises  nightly 

From  his  caverns  in  the  deep. 

Stiff  with  scales,  a  rigid  island. 

See  him  steer  along  the  shore, 
Terrified  the  skiffs  seek  safety 

And  the  fisher  grasps  his  oar. 


'^A  huge  plain  doth  he  resemble  — 
Combat-ready  lies  he  now. 

And  his  back  with  warts  is  covered 
As  with  hillocks  —  high  and  low. 


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314  gcrbiuanb  greUl0rat^^. 

5Rul^ig  f(!^TDtmmt  cr  —  bo(i^  nici^t  langd 
auf  t)cm  $)aui)tc  grilnc«  9Koo«, 
3if(!^  juA  t)ic  3Rccrc«f(3^langc, 
3)ie  gct»aU*gc,  auf  tl^n  lo«. 

SBcnn  fte  blutettt)  ftd^  umHaftcm, 
^aSenn  t)ic  rotl^en  ^5mmc  toel^n, 
Santt  man  feitien  fabel^ftcm 
Slnblid  auf  tern  5Wcerc  fe^n. 

einfam,  fd^auerltc^  unt)  flnfler 
3p  t)a«  feme,  ^o^e  SWeer! 
©erne  fel^*  id^  k^aW  unt  ©injier 
aSSud^ern  urn  t)ie  3)iinen  l^er." 


a)te  2BtR)er6i6ef. 


5Du  rJveunt)  au«  S^ittbertagen, 
Du  brauner  tJoUant, 
Dft  fiir  mid^  aufgefd^Iageii 
SSon  meiner  Sieben  i)ant) ; 
3)u,  Dcffett  8i(t)crgabcn 
SKid^  ©d^auenten  ergiJ^cti, 
®en  f^)iclt>crgc^ncn  tnabcn 
9la(3^  aWotgcntanb  bcrfc^ten. 


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MRS.    E.    KBOEKEB.  315 

^'Calmly  floats  he  —  on  a  sudden, 

With  a  hissing  fierce  and  dread, 
Darts  on  him  the  great  sea-serpent  — 

Moss  is  growing  on  its  head. 

"When  the  two  are  struggling,   when  their 

Gory  crests  do  wave,  I  ween. 
Ne'er  more  wondrous  and  more  fearful 

Sight  on  Ocean  yet  was  seen. 

^'Lonely,  horrihle  and  gloomy 

Is  the  distant  dreary  main ; 
Much  I  love  to  see  the  wild  gorse 

Straggling  grow  about  the  plain," 


THE  ILLUSTRATED  BIBLE. 

Translated  by  ''S.  M." 


Xhou  old  and  time-worn  volume, 

Thou  friend  of  childhood* s  age. 
How  frequently  dear  hands  for  me 

Have  turned  the  pictured  page! 
How  oft,  his  sports  forgetting, 

The  gazing  boy  was  borne 
With  joyous  heart,  by  the  sweet  art, 

To  tread  the  land  of  mom. 


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316  gcrbinanb  grciligratl^. 

5Du  fd^obft  filr  ini(i^  tie  aeiegct 
aSon  femer  gont  ^fotten, 
©n  fleiner,  teincr  S^HCgel 
aSon  bcm,  »a«  funWt  borten! 
3)ir  Danf!  burd^  t)id^  kgrilgtc 
aKein  Hug*  einc  frcmbe  SBett, 
®a^  ^a(m\  Sameel  unt)  SBajic, 
Unt)  ^irt  unt)  C>i^t^^i*- 

®u  braci^tcft  ftc  mit  n&^tx, 
Die  aaScifen  unt)  t)ie  ^clben, 
aBot>on  bcgeifiertc  ©cl^er 
3m  a3ud^  ber  Sttd^er  mctoen: 
®ic  aRat)*cn,  fd^fin  unt)  MutUd^, 
©0  il^re  aSJortc  fd^ilbern, 
3c^  fa^  fte  atte  beutUc^ 
3n  beincn  feinen  Sitoem. 

SDcr  ^atriard^cn  Seben, 
SDie  (Sinfalt  il^rcr  ©ittc, 
S33ic  (gngel  fte  umfd^toeben 
8[uf  iebem  i^rer  ©d^ritte, 
3^r  3te^n  unt  ^eertentranfen, 
®a«  i^ab'  id^  oft  gefel^n, 
tonnf  id^  ntit  pittem  SDenfen 
aSor  t)einen  93(cittem  ftel^n: 

SKir  tft,  ate  (agft  bu  j)ran9ent) 
Dort  ouf  bem  ©tul^fe  wteber;      • 
Site  beugt'  id^  mid^  J^rianjcnb 
3u  beinen  SUbem  nieber; 


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ANONTMOirS.  317 

Thou  didst  fling  wide  the  portals 

Of  many  a  distant  zone ; 
As  in  a  glass  I  saw  them  pass, 

Faces  and  forms  unknown ! 
For  a  new  world  I  thank  thee!   — 

The  camel  wandering  free, 
The  desert  calm,   and  the  stately  palm. 

And  the  Bedouin's  tent,  I  see. 

And  thou  didst  bring  them  n^sar  me, 

Hero,  and  saint,   and  sage. 
Whose  deeds  were  told  by  the  seers  of  old 

On  the  book  of  books'  dread  page: 
And  the  fair  and  bride-like  maidens 

Recorded  in  thy  lines  — 
Well  could  I  trace  each  form  of  grace 

Amid  thy  rich  designs. 

And  I  saw  the  hoary  patriarchs 

Of  old  and  simple  days, 
An  angel-band,   on  either  hand, 

Kept  watch  upon  their  ways : 
I  saw  their  meek  herds  drinking 

By  fount  or  river-shore. 
When  mute  I  stood,   in  thoughtful  mood, 

Thine  open  page  before. 

Methinks  I  see  thee  lying 

Upon  thy  well-known  chair; 
Mine  eager  gaze  once  more  surveys 

The  scenes  unfolded  there; 


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318  gcrbinanb  grciligrat^. 

SKein  Slugc  fiounenb  fal^, 
3n  frifd^cn,  tt)unl)erbareu, 
Snteuten  garfcen  ba; 

^t«  fdl^*  idt)  in  grote^ten, 
SSertDorrcnen  ©eftalten, 
^2ruf'3  9ieue  bic  aWoreSfen. 
®ie  bunten,  mannigfalten, 
Die  jcbe^  Sitt)  mnfagtcit, 
Salt)  S3lumeit,  Bolb  ©egtoeig. 
Unb  ju  bcm  Silbe  patten, 
%n  fhinigcr  S)eutuiig  rciij^! 

2lt^  trdt'  id^,  »ie  »or  3^iten, 
3itr  SKuttcr  bittenb  l^in, 
I)ag  fte  mir  foUte  beuten 
Sebtoeben  93ilbe«  ^inn; 
31I«  le^rtc  JU  jebcm  Silbe 
Sie  ©prild^  mid^  rnib  Sicber; 
3H«  f(!^utc  fanft  unb  uiilbc 
3)er  jBater  auf  un«  nicbcr. 

D  3^it,  bu  bifi  ceraougen! 
Sin  aWd^rd^en  fd^einft  bu  mir! 
2)er  Silberbibel  ^rangen, 
®ag  gldub'ge  lug'  bafiir, 
2)ie  t^euven  Sdan  beibe, 
S)er  ftiUjufriebne  Sinn, 
S)ev  tinb^eit  Su|t  unb  greubc 
aiUeg  boj^in,  ba^in ! 


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ANONYMOUS.  319 

As,  years  ago,  1  saw  them 

With  wonder  and  delight, 
Each  form  renews  its  faded  hues, 

Fresh,   beautiful,   and  bright. 

Again  I  see  them  twining 

In  ceaseless  shapes  of  change; 
Bright  and  grotesque  each  arabesque, 

Mazy,   and  wild,   and  strange ; 
Each  fair  design  encircling 

In  varied  shape  and  dress, 
A  blossom  now,   and  then  a  bough, 

But  never  meaningless. 

As  in  old  times,   entreating, 

I  seek  my  mother's  knee. 
That  she  may  teach  the  name  of  each. 

And  what  their  meanings  be; 
I  learn,   for  every  picture, 

A  text,   a  verse,   a  psalm ; 
With  tranquil  smile,   my  sire  the  while 

Watches,   well  pleased,   aad!  calm. 

Ye  seem  but  as  a  fable, 

O  days  that  are  gone  by ! 
That   Bible  old,   with  clasps  of  gold  — 

That  young,   believing  eye  — 
Those  loved  and  loving  parents  — 

That  childhood  blithe  and  gay  — 
That  calm  content,   so  innocent  — 

All,   all  are  past  away ! 


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320  gcrbinanb  grcUigMt^. 

SCmmotttum. 


„  trembling,  (ag  teUie  ®tutc  gtafcn, 
D,  jieV  nid^t  tociter  tiefe  9ta<j^t! 
S)tc«  ip  bie  griinpc  ber  Dafcn; 
3m  gclben  ©antmeer  gtdnjt  il^r  9tafen, 
®(cid^toie  inntttten  tjoti  loipafen 
Sin  grihtcr,  funfetnber  ©ntaragt)." 

(gr  fprad^:  „®ern  toitt  id^  mid^  etttgilrten  I* 
Unt)  nal^m  t)cm  *jpfert)C  ba«  ®e6ig. 
Sr  fc|?tc  fid^  ju  feinen  9Birtl^en; 
Dc«  ffififiengetcr^  glftgct  fd^wirrtcn 
3[n  t!^m  tjorilbet  nai)  ben  ©ijrten, 
3u  tul^Tt  in  bcr  ^cntapoU«. . 

3)ie  ?ieber  unb  bie  Sijmbcin  flangcn, 
©ie  SWappe  lag  auf  feinen  tnien. 
S)ie  9iof(e  mit  ben  Wanfen  ©tangen, 
Die  ftn^crn  Siciter  mit  ben  kngen 
©etoanben  unb  ben  bart'gen  Sangcn, 
©ic  ^citt  —  fremb  crgriff  e«  il^n. 

aRit  fart'gen  ©tiften  fd^nf  cr  gOil^enb 

gin  S3ilbnig  biefer  aSSiifienrafl. 

Die  Dromebarc  lagen  fnieenb 

2lm  DueH;  bc«  SBirtl^e^  Jik^tct,  *m^enb 

Unb  fd^tan!,  6a(b  nal^enb  unb  baft)  flic^enb, 

Umtanjten  jingenb  il^ren  ©afi: 


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BIOHABB   OABNETT.  321 

AMMONIUM. 

Translated  by  Richard  Garnett 

xiest,  stranger,  while  thy  courser  grazes; 
0  travel  on  no  more  this  night! 
Stay  by  the  greenest  of  oases, 
That  shines  amid  the  sandy  places 
As  when  a  topaz-wreath  enchases   » 
An  emerald's  pure,  refreshing  light!" 

^'Thanks  for  your  hospitable  proffer!" 
He  said  and  lighted  down  from  his 
Steed  on  the  grass,  and  sat  down  over 
Against  his  hosts,  while  past  did  hover 
The  vulture,  flying  to  recover 
His  eyrie  in  Pentapolis. 

A  sound  of  song  and  joyous  dances; 

Wide  on  his  knees  he  spreads  his  book : 

The  tents,  the  fires,  the  steads,  the  lances, 

The  swart  Arabian  countenances, 

The  beards,  the  shields  —  like  wild  romances 

These  things  his  ardent  fancy  took. 

He  sat  With  busy  pencil  stealing 

An  image  of  his  desert  rest; 

By  the  clear  spring  were  camels  kneeling; 

The  lissom  Arab  maids,  revealing 

Their  features  half,  and  half  concealing, 

Sang,  fleeting  round  their  Christian  guest :   — ' 

OoLDSCHMiDT,  German  Poetry.  21 


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332  Scf^iooiijp  gveUigi:»t^. 

„(Jremt)(mg,  lag  beinc  @tutc  grafen! 
£),  jicl^  nid^t  toeiter  biefe  9ia(3^t! 
3)ic«  t^  t)te  grilnjtc  t)er  £)afeti, 
3m  gctfcctt  ©anbmccr  glanjt  tl^r  Siafcn, 
®(cid^tt)ic  inniitten  t)on  !£oj)afen 
(Sin  grilncr,  funfclnber  Smaragb!" 


Jotpenrift 


WiijicnWnig  ifi  t)cr  S6t»c ;  toifl  cr  fein  ®ebict  burd^flicgen, 
a35ant)c(t  er  na^  ber  Sagune,  in  bcm^ol^n  ©li^ttf  ju,Iiegcn. 
SBo  ©ajcllen  unb  Oiraffen  trinfen,  laucrt  cr  im  9io^rc; 
3ittcmt)  libev  bcm  ©etoalt'gcn  roufd^t  ba«  Saub  ber  Stf* 
camore. 


8[6enb«,  tocnn  bie  l^eDen  J^euer  glii^n  im  ^ottentotteittraak, 
SBcnit  bc«  ja^cn  Iafcl6erge«  bunte,  t»e(i^felube  ©ignalC; 
9iid^t  mel^t  gianjcitr  tocnn  ber  Saffer  cinfam  fd^ttjcift  burc^ 

bie  Sarroo 
SEBcnn  im  93uf(i^  bie  2lntiIoj)c  fd^ummert,  unb  am  ©trom 

ba«  ®nu: 


®iey ,  bann  fd^rcitet  majcjiatifd^  burd^  bie  SBilfic  bie  Oiraffc, 
2)a§  mit  ber  Sagune  trttben  glutl^  fte  bie  ^eige,  f^laffc 


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BI(«ABD    GABNETT.  323 

"Rest,  stranger,  while  thy  courser  grazes ; 

0  travel  on  no  more  this  night  I 

Stay  by  the  greenest  of  oases, 

That  shines  amid  the  sandy  places 

As  when  a  topaz-wreath  enchases 

An  emerald's  pure,  refreshing  light!" 


THE  LION'S  RIDE. 

Translated  by  Dr.  Alfred  Baskerville. 


From  his  lair  the  desert  king  arose  through  his  domain 
to  fly. 
To  the  far  lagoon  he  wanders,  in  the  lofty  reeds  to  lie  ; 
Where  gazelles  drink  and  giraffes,  he  lurks  upon  the 
rushy  shore; 
Trembling  o'er  the  mighty  monarch,  waves  the  shady 
sycamore. 

When  at  eve  the  blazing  fire  crackles  in  the  Caffre's 
kraal, 
When  on  Table- Mount  no  more  the  signal  flutters 
in  the  gale, 
When  the  solitary  Hottentot  sweeps  o'er  the  wide  karroo. 
When  the  antelope  deeps  'neath  the  bush,  and  by 
the  stream  the  gnu; 

I40 !  thenstalks  majestically  through  the  desertthe  giraffe. 
There  to  lave  the  stagnant  waters,  there  the  slimy 
draught  to  quaff; 

21* 


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324  getttnonb  gttta§i:at(. 

3uttgc  M^te ;  Icd^jcnt)  tilt  fie  burci^  ber  SBilflc  nacftc  ©treden, 
.  iJniccnt)  fd^lilrft  ftc  (angen  ^alfe^  au«  bem  fd^IammgcfftHten 
Seden. 


^t6fe(i(!^  rcgt  e«  fl(!^  im  dto^xt;  mit  ©cfcrfttf  auf  il^rctt 

5Radcn 
©pringt  t)cr  SiJtoe ;  tocld^  ciu  9tettj)fctt)  I  fal^  man  reid^rc 

3n  t)cn  SKarjlalHammcrn  einer  ffiniglid^en  $of6urg  Kcgeti, 

«te  ba«  bunte  gell  be«  dttmtx^,  ben  ber  S^iere  |arjl  be* 

flicgcn ! 


3n  bie  SD^hi^tetn  bc«  ®eni(!e«  f^Cagt  er  gietig  feinc  3^^"^ ; 
Urn  ben  S3ug  be«  Stiefenpferbed  toe^t  be«  9teiter«  gelbc 

aRo^ne. 
3)?it  bent  bumpfen  ©d^rei  be«  ®d^merje«  frringt  c«  auf  unb 

flie^t  gepeinigt ; 
(Bieif,  t9te®d^nelle  bed^ameele^  ednttt^arbeO^aut  loeremigt. 


(ZkV,  bie  monbbejlral^ltc  gtad^e  f(i^lagt  e«  mit  ben  Iei(i^tctt 

gftgen! 
<3tarr  au«  i^rer  ^S^Iung  treten  feine  Stugen ;  riefelnb  fliegen 
*[n  bem  braungefledten  ^alf  e  nieber  f d^ttnitgen  S(utc«  Sropf en, 
Unb  bod  C)er}  bed  pci^t'gen  ST^ieted  ^xt  bie  fliBe  SBfifle 

!Io})fen. 


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DB.    AXFBED   BASXEBTILLE.  S25 

Parched  with  thirst,  he  skims  the  naked  plain  his  burning 
tongue  to  cool, 
Kneeling,  with  extended  nec^,  he  drinks  from  out 
the  miry  pool. 

Suddenly  the  rushes  quiver;  on  his  back  with  fearful  roar, 
Springs  the  lion  ;  what  a  steed !  were  richer  housings 
e'er  before 
Seen  in  knight*s  or  prince's  stall,  or  on  the  champing 
war-steed's  sides 
Than  the  spotted  charger's  trappings,  which  the  desert 
king  bestrides? 

In  the  muscles  of  the  neck  he  digs  his  greedy  fangs 
amain, 
O'er  the  giant  courser's  shoulder  waves  the  rider's 
yellow  mane; 
With  the  hollow  shriek  of  pain,  he  starts,  and,  mad 
with  fury,  flies ; 
See !  the  spotted  leopard's  skin,  how  with  the  camel's 
speed  it  vies ! 

Hark!  he  striked  the  moon-illumined  plain  with  foot 
swift  as  the  roe's. 
Staring  from  their  sockets  start  his  bloodshot  eyes, 
and  tricking  flows 
O'er  the  brown  bespotted  neck  the  gory  torrent^s  purple 
stain, 
And  the  victim's  beating  heart  resounds  along  the 
silent  plain. 


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326  Serbinattb  grei%T(rttf. 


®idil  ber  235oHc,  bercn  Scu^tcn  Ofrad  im  ?ant)c  ?)emen 
gil^rtc,  tt)ic  cin  ®cijl  bcr  SBilftc,  »te  cm  fal^ler,  Iitft'ger 

Sine  fanbgcformte  Jrombc  in  bet  SBilfle  fanb'gcm  2Rccr, 
aBirfceh  einc  gette  ©Sutc  ®anbe«  l^inter  li^iien  1^. 


S^tem  31^8^  f "^^t  ^^^  ®^'^^  >  ^5(!^J^nt»  f(!^»irrt  er  birec!^ 

bieSftfte; 
3^rer  ®}mr  folgt  bic  §i)Sne,  bie  SnttDeil^ertn  bet  ®rilfte; 
gotgt  bet  ^antl^cr,  bcr  bc8  Sap(anb«  $ilrben  raubcrif^ 

t>crl^ccrtc ; 
S5(ut  unb  Sd^toeig  bejcid^nen  i^re^  ^Bnig^  graufeniDoDc 


3ttgcnb  auf  lefccnb'gem  Si^ronc  fe^n  fic  ben  ®e6ictcr  fi^n, 
Unb  mit  fd^arfer  Slaue  feine^  @i^«  bunte  ^olfiet  xi^m, 
SRaftlog,  6i«  bie  iliaft  tl^r  fd^twinbet,  mug  i^n  bie  ©ivaffe 

tragen, 
©egen  cincn  fo^cn  9ieiter  l^itft  fein  Sdumcn  itnb  fcin 

iSd^Iagen. 


3:aumc(nb  an  bcr  SBilfic  ©anrnc  flftYjt  fic  l^in,  unb  rdd^clt 

Uifc. 
Zti%  kbedt  mit  @|aub  unb  ©d^aume,  tohb  bod  9to§  bed 

9icitcr«  ©pcifc. 


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J 


Br.    ALFBSD    BA9K£RVILLE.  327 

Like  the  eloud  which  guided  Israel  to  Yetne^i's  promised 
land^ 
Like  a  genius  o£  the  waste,  a  phantom  riding  o'er 
the  strand, 
Whirling  on,  a  sandy  column,  like  a  vortex  in  the  skies, 
Through  the  desert's  sandy  sea,  behind  the  horse  and 
rider,   flies. 

Whirring  in  their  wake,   the  vulture  pierces  with  his 
shriek  the  gloom, 
And  the  fell  hyena  follows,  desecrator  of  the  tomb  ; 
And  the  panther,  dread  destroyer  of  the  Capeland's  herds, 
gives  chace ; 
Drops  of  sweat  andgOre  pointout  their  grisly  monarch's 
fearful  trace. 

Trembling  they  beheld  their  lord,   as    on  his  living 
throne  he  stood. 
Tearing  with  his  grimly  fangs  the  chequered  cushion^ 
stained  with  blood. 
Onwards,  till  his  strength's  exhausted,  must  the  steed 
his  burden  bear, 
'Gainst  a  rider  such  as  this,  'twere  vain  indeed  to 
plunge  and  re^ar! 

Stagg'ring,  on  the  desert's  brink  the  victim  falls  and 
gurgling  lies ; 
Dead,    besmeared  with  froth  aild   gore,  the  steed 
becomes  the  rider's  prize. 


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328  gabinimb  greUigrat^. 

After  iKat)a|a«(ar,   fern  im  £){)en,  ftel^  man  ghrtp^t 

gtSnjcn  — 
So  bttr^fprengt  ber  !Z]^iere  ft6ntg  tiS^tlt^  feined  ditii^t^ 

©rcttjen. 


e^eftc^f  5e5f  "Sleifenbett. 


MitUn  in  bcr  333iifte  toar  e« ,  wo  toir  5Rad^td  am  93ot)cn 

ru^tcn ; 
iWcine  Sct)ninen  fd^Iiefen  fcei  t)cn  abgqanmtcn  ©tnten. 
3n  bcr  tJemc  lag  t)a«  SiRonttid^t  auf  t)cr  Stilgcbirge  3oc^cn ; 
SJingd   im   glngfanb    nmgclommncr    3)romcbare    tocigc 

en ! 


@(i^(afIo«  lag  i(i^ ;  fiatt  t)e«  ?fill^le«  bientc  mir  mcin  Icit^er 

©attel, 
®em  Of  nnterf(i^ob  ben  Seutet  mit  ber  bftrrcn  fjmd^t  ber 

battel ; 
SWcincn  kaftan  an«gebrcitct  l^att'  ii)  fiber  Smfi  nnb  gfige; 
Slcben  mir  mein  bloger@56el,  mein  ©ctoel^r  nnb  meine 

Sj)ie6e. 

Siefe  ©tiHe,  nur  jntoeitcn  fniflert  ba«  gefnnfnc  ^tnex ; 
?Rnr  jutoeilcn  ftiirf  d^t  tjerf  patet  ein  t)om  $orjl  oerirrter  ®eicr ; 


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JAMES    CLABENCE   MANGAN.  329 

Orer  MadagMcar,  in  the  east,  the  moniing  glimmers 
grey,  — 
O'er  the  frontiers  of  his  realm  the  king  of  heasts 
puriBues  his  way. 


THE  SPECTRE-CARAVAN. 

Translated  hy  the  late  James  Clarence  Mangan. 


Twas  at  midnight,  in  the  Desert,  where  we  rested  on 

the  ground; 
There  my  Beddaweens  were  sleeping,  and  their  steeds 

were  stretched  around; 
In  the  famess  lay  the  moonlight  on  the  Mountains  of 

the  Nile, 
And  the  camel-bones  that  strewed  the  sands  for  many 

an  arid  mile. 

With  my  saddle  for  a  pillow  did  I  prop  my  weary  head. 
And  my  kaftan-cloth  unfolded  o'er  my  limbs  was  lightly 

spread. 
While  beside  me  as  the  Kapitaun  and  watchman  of  my 

band, 
Lay  my  Bazra  sword  and  pistols  twain  a-shimmering 

on  the  sand. 

And  the  stillness  was  unbroken,  save  at  moments  by  a  cry 
From  some  stray  belated  vidture,  sailing  blackly  down 

the  sky, 


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330  Scrbmattb  gmltgrat^. 

iRur  jimcilen  ftotrtpft  tm  Sd^af  c  citt«  t)cr  attgctewlmcn  Sloffe ; 
Slur  jmocilen  fal^rt  cin  SJeitcr  traumcnb  nad^  bcm  SBurf « 

3)a  auf  cinmal  ktt  bic  Srbe ;  auf  ben  SWonbfc^cin  f olgcn 

trilfccr 
3)ammrung  ©d^ottcu;    SQJilfient^iere   iogcn    aufgefci^rccft 

»oru6er. 
©c^naubenb  fcaumcn  fld^  bic  ^ferbe ;  unfcr  gU^rcr  grcift 

©ie  entfinft  i^m,  unb  er  murmelt:  ^crr,  bic  ®cificr!cira^ 
Joanc !  — 


3a,  jle  fonimt !  t)or  ben  ^amcclen  fd^tucben  bie  gef^>cnfl'fd^cn 

S^rciber, 
Ucppig  in  ben  l^o!^en  @5ttcln  (e^ncn  f(!^(eterIofe  aBciter; 
Steben  i^nen  wanbeln  9K5b(!^en,  ^rilgc  tragenb,  wie  ^tittta 
©nfl  am  Srunncn ;  9teiter  fotgen  —  faufenb  fprengen  fie 

nad^  mdtn. 


Wtt^x  nod^ !  —  nimmt  ber  3^8  t^w  Snbe?  —  hnmcr  mel^r! 

wer  fann  fie  jol^len? 
^eSf\  mi)  bie  jcrflreuten  ^od^n  teerben  toiebcr  ju  fta» 

meelen, 
Unb  ber  braune  Sanb,  ber  wirfcelnb  fic^  cr^ebt  in  bunflen 

2»affen, 
SBanbelt  fid^  ju  braunen  SRannem,  bie  ber  S^l^iere  3^^ 

faffen. 


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JAMES    CLARENCE    HAXGAN.  331 

Or  the  snortings  of  a  sleeping  steed  at  waters  fancy-seen, 
Or  the  hurried  warlike  mutterings  of  some  dreaming 
Beddaween. 

When,  behold  I  —  a  sudden  sandquake  —  and  at  ween 
the  earth  and  moon 

Rose  a  mighty  Host  of  Shadows,  as  from  out  some  dim 
lagoon : 

Then  our  coursers  gasped  with  terror,  and  a  thrill  shook 
every  man ! 

And  the  cry  was  :  ^^ Allah  Akbar  I  —  'tis  the  Spectre- 
Caravan  !" 

On  they  came,  their  hueless  faces  toward  Mecca  evermore ; 
On  they  came,  long  files  of  camels,  and  of  women  whom 

they  bore. 
Guides   and   merchants ,    youthful   maidens ,    bearing 

pitchers  in  their  hands, 
And  behind  them  troops  of  horsemen  following,  sumless 

as  the  sands ! 

More  and  more !  the  phantom-pageant  overshadowed  all 
the  plains, 

Yea,  the  ghastly  camel-bones  arose,  and  grew  to  camel- 
trains  ; 

And  the  whirling  column-clouds  of  sand  to  forms  in 
dusky  garbs. 

Here,  afoot  as  Hadjee  pilgrims  —  there,  as  warriors 
on  their  barbs  ! 


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332  S^nt<^nb  gmligrat^. 


!Dcnn  bred  ifi  bic  "iSlaiit,  too  StUc,  bic  ba«  ©anbmccr  \d^on 

3)crcn  fiurmtjertoel^tc  Slfd^e  l^cut'  cicHeic^t  an  unfcm  3«"8^^ 
ticbte,  bercn  mMc  ®^5bcl  unfrer  9?offc  ^uf  jcrtrctcn, 
®i(j^  crl^cben  unb  fi(i^  fc^aarcn,  inber  l^cirgcnStabt  ju  bctcn. 


3imner  mel^rl  —  nod^  finb  bie  Se^ten  nxift  an  un«  sorbet* 

flejoflcn, 
Unb  fc^on  fommcn  bort  bic  Srfien  fd^Iaffen  3<^«ik^  jurild* 

gcflogcn. 
3Son  bem  grilnen  SJorgcbirge  naif  bet  Sabclmanbcfc^Snge 
©auf'ten  fie,   e^*  nod^  mcin  9teitpfcrb  tSfcn  fonnte  fcine 

Strange. 


§a(tet  au?,  bic  8loffc  fd^Iagcn !  Jebcr  SWann  ju  fcincm  ^fctbe! 
3ittert  nid^t,  t»ic  oor  bcm  iiotocn  bic  cerirrtc  333ibbcr^ccrbc  I 
ia^t  fie  immcr  cnd^  bcrlil^rea  mit  ben  tDattcnbcn  lalaren ! 
9?ufet:  Sllla^!  —  unb  toriiber  jiel^n  fie  mit  ben  3)rome* 
baren. 


garret,  bi«  im  9Rorgent»inbc  cure  S:urbanfebern  flattem ! 
2Rorflcnt»inb  unb  SKorgcnrBtl^c  toerben  il^ncn  ju  SBejlattcrn. 


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JAMES   CLkSLESCE   MJLNOAN.  333 

Whence  we  knew  the  Night  was  come,  when  all  whom 

Death  had  sought  and  found, 
Long  ago   amid  the  sands  whereon  their  bones  yet 

bleach  around, 
Rise  by  legions  from  the  darkness  of  their  prisons  low 

and  lone, 
And  in  dim  procession  march  to  kiss  the  Kaaba's  Holy 

Stone. 

And  yet  more  and  more  for  ever !   —  still  they  swept 

in  pomp  along. 
Till  I  asked  me,  Can  the  Desert  hold  so  vast  a  muster 

throng? 
Lo !   the  Dead  are  here  in  myriads !  the  whole  World 

of  Hades  waits  ^ 
As  with  eager  wish  to  press  beyond  the  Babelmandeb 

Straits  I 

Then  I  spake:  ''Our  steeds  are  frantic :  To  your  saddles, 

every  one  I 
Never  quail  before  these  Shadows !  You  are  children 

of  the  Sun! 
If  their  garments  rustle  past  you,  if  their  glances  reach 

you  here, 
Cry  BismUlah  !  —  and  that  mighty  Name  shall  banish 

every  fear". 

^'Courage,   comrades !  Even  now  the  moon  is  waning 

far  a- west, 
Soon  the  welcome  Dawn  will  mount  the  skies  in  gold 

and  crimson  vest, 


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334  gerbittanb  %tcii\Qvat\^. 

Win  tern  lagc  tolet)er  Hfd^  werbcn  i)iefc  nSiJ^t' jra  3i^^  *  ^ 
®e]^t,  c«  bammert  fc^onl   cvmut^'gcttt)  grilgt  il^n  mcineS 


Sttirage. 


Mtin  Huge  mufJert  uttrul^tJoK  bc«  $afcn«  toimi>elrcid^  9?mcr, 
Dod^  bcine*  tid^et  (ac^Inb  fld^  auf  titeine«  $utc«  gcbcr jier : 
„3?on  bctnen  SBilfien  ]^6r'  t<l^  gcrn  in  ciner  mecrumraufd^tcn 

Sin  9ilb  ani  bcm  ®c6ictc  brunt,  ba^  bicfen  ©d^mudt  l^er? 
tjorgcbrat^t!" 

Sol^tan !  ti)  lege  metne  @ttnt  in'^  ^ol^Ie  meiner  red^ten 

$anb! 
Die  ffitttHJcr  foflt  t)ic  ®(j^l5fc  fliegt  —  fic^*  ba,  toerOcbe 

gffi^'nber  ©anb ! 
Die  gogerplatfc  grftgen  bi(j^  be«  SSoIte,  bcm  id^  entfj)roffen 

bin; 
3n  il^rer  branb*gen  933itttoentrad^t  tritt  t>ic  ©ol^ara  »or  bid^ 

l^in. 

SBcr  trabte  burd^  ba^  Sfiwcntanb?  »on  ^(aun  unb  $ufen 

jcugt  ber  fiic«. 
Sombuftu'S^aratjanenjug!  —  am  ^orijonte  bliftt  bcr  ®picg! 


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AsroNYMOus.  335 

Audio  tkinne^t  air  will  melt  away  those  phantom  shapes 

forlorn, 
When  again  upon  your  brows  you  feel  the  odour-winds 

of  Morn  !" 


MIEAGE. 
(From  T ait's  Edinburgh  Magazine,  April  1845.) 


All  o'er  the  harbour  gay  with  flags,  my  restless  eyes 

a*wandering  go ; 
But  thine,  with  laughing  glances,  seek  the  plume  that 

droops  across  my  brow ! 
**Fain  of  thy  deserts  would  I  hear ,   while  waves  are 

gurgling  round  the  boat ; 
Come,  paint  me  something  of  the  land  from  whence 

that  ostrich-tuft  w^as  brought.'* 

Thou  wilt?  I  shade  my  brow  awhile  beneath  the  hollow 

of  my  hand : 
Let  fall  the  eurtain  of  thine  eyes :  Lo !  there  the  desert's 

glowing  sand : 
The  camping  places  of  the  tribe  that  gave  me  birth, 

thine  eye  discerns ; 
Bare  in  her  sun-scorched  widow's  weed  around  thee 

now  Zahara  burns. 

Who  travelled  through  the  Lion-land?  Of  hoofs  and 
claws  ye  see  the  prints  ; 

Tombuctoo's  caravan !  the  spear  far  on  the  horizon, 
yonder,  glints; 


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3»6  gctbiiwttb  gcdligra^. 

S)ic  Sanncv  t»e^ ,  im  ®t«m6e  fd^toimmt  be^  (feititd  <)ttr* 

})um  Sl^renftcib, 
Unt)  t)ed  ^ameeled  ^u^t  enttagt  bem  £nSuI  mtt  etnfier 

©tattlid^fcit. 

®ie  teiten  im  gcbrangten  Zxn^,  too  fid^  ccrmcngen  ®attt> 

uttt)  Suft ; 
<Sic]^*  t)a,   t>crfd^lung€n  ^at  fie  fd^ou  ber  tjemc  fd^tocfel* 

fartncr  ®uft! 
Wtin  Derfolgen  ol^uc  SDW^'  lannfl  bu  bcr  g(il(j^t*gcn  brcUc 

2Bad  fie  t^etloren ,  Wlal  an  3RdI  burd^d^hmnett^  ed  bte 
tfimcrflur. 


S)a«  erfle  —  toic  jum  ilKeilenflem  ba  Uegf«:  ein  tobtcS 

jDromebar ! 
2luf  bem  ©eflftrjten,  feberlo^  bie  ^alfe,  fifet  ein  ®cierj)aar ; 
®ie  jiel^n  bod  lang  entbel^rte  SD^al^l  bem  pr&d^'gen  2iu)c6att 

brilbeu  »or, 
S)en  in  be«  9iittc«  toilbcr^afi  ein  jimger  Srafccr  t)crlor. 


Unb  nun :  ©d^rarfenfioff  umfKegt  ber  lamari^fe  born'gcn 

©traud^ ; 
Daneben,  fiau6ig  unb  gelcert,  ein  ja^geborfhicr  Saffer* 

fd^kud^;  — 
§Ber  ifl  e« ,   ber  ben  flaffenben  toal^nfinn'gen  Slidf«  mit 

gilgcn  tritt? 
(S«  ifl  ber  bunfel^aar'ge  ©c^eif  be«  8anbe«  Sifebulgerib. 


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ANONYMOtFS.  337 

Wave  banners ;  purple  through  the  dost  streams  out 
ihe  Emir's  princely  dress ; 

And  grare,  with  sober  statelihood,  the  oamels'head  D'er-^ 
looks  the  press. 

In  serried  troop,  where  sand  and  sky  together  melt, 

they  hurry  on ; 
Already  in  the  sulphurous  mist,    the  lurid    distance 

gulps  them  down ; 
Yet,   by  the  riders'  track,  too  well  ye  trace  the  flying 

onward  host; 
Full  thickly  marked,  the  sand  is  strewn  with  many  a 

thing  their  speed  has  lost. 

The  first  —  a  dromedary,  dead  —  a  ghastly  milestone 

marks  their  course; 
Perched  on  the  bulk,  with  naked  throats,  two  vultures 

revel,  shrieking  hoarse ; 
And  eager  for  the  meal  delayed,  yon  costly  turban  little 

heed. 
Lost  by  an  Arab  youth,  and  left  in  their  wild  journey's 

desperate  speed. 

Now  bits  of  rich  caparisons  the  thorny  tamarisk  bushes 
strew; 

And,  nearer,  drained,  and  white  with  dust ,  a  water- 
skin  rent  through  and  through : 

Who*8  hetbat  kicks  the  ^ping  thing,  and*  furious  stares, 
•        with  quivering  lid? 

It  is  the  black-baired  Sheik,  who  rules  the.  land  of 
Biledulgerid. 

GoLDScHMiDT ,  (Jcrman  Poetrj.  22 


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3S8  getbiiittnb  %mi\%xatif. 

SHe  ^a^^  ^ixe^trtu,   fkl  fetn  9lo§;   er  UxA  ^wAi, 

et  to«:t>  cctfprengt. 
Serte(i^%>  1^  fein  SieUtng^toetft  on  fetmn  QMixM  fU^ 

aSBic  ilxi^H  iilngfi  tl^r  2lugc  nod^,  ate  cr  ftc  J>or  fld^  l^ot  auf  d 

9iuH  fd^lctft  er  \)iixi)  bic  SBttfic  flc,  toic  man  am  ®urtc 
fd^Icift  ein  ©d^toert. 


2)cr  l^eige  ®ant),  ben  5Ra^tcn^  nur  bet  jottige  ©(i^tt)eif  be^ 

Sgu>en  fd^ISgt, 
(£r  ti>tt^  t)om  fltttenben  ®e{od  ber  9tegungdlofen  nun  gefegt ! 
®r  fangt  fld^  in  ber  ^aore  (Bi^toaU,   cr  fengt  ber  Si})j)e 

wiirj'gen  !El^au ; 
SWit  feinen  SKefeln  rStl^et  er  bie  ffin^el  ber  erfd^Spften  grau. 


Unb  auc^  ber  Smir  toanft;  ba«  Slut  in  feinen  ^ulfen 

quifft  unb  loci^t, 
®ein  Sluge  jirofet,   unb  feiner  @tim  blau  fd^immcmbeS 

Oeaber  pod^t. 
aWit  eittcm  k^ten  firennenben  Sug  emecft  er  bie  8«B«Tterin, 
Unb  ^)(5feUc!^  bann  mit  toitbem  giud^  in'«  Untoirtl^bare  ftftrjt 

er  l^in. 

®k  (Act  fle^t  fid^  tounbemb  um.  ^  ^,  iB>a«  ifl  bo^?  — 
„2>u  fd^lafji,  Oema^I? 

3)er  ^mmel ,  ber  t^en  Srje  fd^ien  —  ffe^'  ba ,  cr  ffeibet 
fld^  in  ©tal^l ! 


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▲XONTMOUS.  339 

He  dosed  ^e  rear ;  the  courser  fell,  and  cast  him  off 

and  fled  away  ; 
All  panting  to  his  girdle  hangs  his  favourite  wife,  in 

wild  deray ; 
How  flashed  her  eye,  as,  raised  to  selle,  at  dawn  she 

smiled  upon  her  lord! 
Now  through  the  waste  he  drags  her  on,   as  from  a 

haldric  trails  a  sword ! 

The  sultry  sand  that  but  by  night  ^e  lion's  shaggy 
tail  beats  down 

The  hair  of  yonder  helpless  thing  now  aweepe,  in 
tangled  tresses  strown ; 

It  gathers  in  her  flow  of  locks,  burns  up  her  sweet 
lips*  spicy  dew ; 

Its  cruel  flints,  with  sanguine  streaks,  her  tender  drag- 
ging limbs  embrew. 

And  now  the  stronger  Emir  fails !  with  boiling  blOod 
his  pulses  strain ; 

His  eye  is  gorged ,  and  on  his  brow ,  blue  gli^emng^ 
beats  the  throbbing  vein ; 

With  one  devouring  kiss,  his  last,  he  wakes  the  droop- 
ing Moorish  child ; 

Then  flings  himself  with  furious  curse  down  on  the  red 
unsheltered  wild. 

But  she,  amazed,  looks  round  her :  —  Ha !  what  sight? 

My  lord,  awake !  behold, 
The  Heaven,  that  seemed  all  brazen,  how,  like  steely 

it  glimmers,  dear  and  cold  1 
22* 


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340  gerbinottb  grciligrat^. 

ffio  bUc6  t)cr  ajftflc  (obcmt)  @ctt?  —  tool^m  id^  fd^irt, 

BlentJcnb  Sic^t ! 
&  ifl  etit  @^tmmem,  tt>ie  t>t»  9Reeic9,  bad  fld^  on  9(gierd 

6«  bfi^t  unb  branbet  tt)te  ein  Strom ;  e«  Ictft  l^eriiber  fcud^t 

unb  fii^l ! 
Sin  rief  get  ®t)ic3cl  funlelt  e« ;  \x>aif'  an\,  c«  ifl  t>icHei(i^t 

ber5RU! 
3)o(i^  nciii ,  totr  jogcn  fiibt»Srt«  j|a;  —  f©  ijl  cd  tool^l  bcr 

©ettegal? 
aSic,  ober  tokc*  e«  gar  ba«  9Recr  mh  fcincr  SBaffcr  ^iptiSSfn* 

bem  ©d^toad? 

©letc^mel!  '«  ifl  SBaffcr  ja !  2Ba*  auf!  2Cm  Sobcn  fc^on 
Ucgt  mein  ©ctpanb. 

S33ad^'  auf,  o  ^crr,  unb  lag  und  jic^n,  unb  tfifd^en  unfrer 
Seibcr  S3ranb ! 

®n  frifd^cr  Xxnnt,  cin  fiarfcnb  93ab,  unb  un«  bur^ftcbct 
neuc  ^aft! 

3)ic  SSepe  brftkn,  l^od^getl^itrmt,  kfc^Ucgc  bolb  tie  SBmibcr* 

Urn  il^rc  graucn  Sil^orc  flicgt  fd^rlacj^ncr  gal^nen  trofeig 

3Jon  Sanjcn  flarrt  il^r  fd^arf  gcr  9tanb,  unb  il^rc  SWttte  J>on 

SKortccn ; 
^uf  il^rer  9I^ebe  tumnielt  fid^  l^od^mafl'gcr  ©d^tffc  fioljc 

Unb  jene  ^ilger  fiiUen  i^r  Sojar  unb  f  oraJoanferai. 


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ANONYMOUS.  ft41 

The  desert!^  yellow  glare  is  lost !  all  round  the  dazzling 
light  appears,  — 

It  is  a  glitter  like  the  sea's,  that  with  its  breakers 
rocks  Algiers ! 

It  surges,  sparkles,  like  a  stream!  I  scent  its  moisture 

coqI  from  hence ; 
A  wide-spread  mirror  yonder  gleams !  awake !  it  is  the 

Nile,  perchance. 
Yet  no  I  yre  travelled  south,  indeed:  —  then  surely 

'tis  the  Senegal,  — 
Or,  can  it  be  the  ocean  free,  whose  billows  yonder  rise 

and  fall? 

What  matter?  Still  His  water!  Wake!  My  cloak's  al- 
ready flung  away,  — 

Awake,  my  lord !  and  let  us  on,  —  this  deadly  scorch- 
ing to  allay ! 

A  cooling  draught,  a  freshening  bath,  with  life  anew 
will  nerve  our  limbs, 

To  reach  yon  fortress  towering  high,  that  distance 
now  with  rack  bedims. 

I  see  around  its  portals   gray  the   crimson    banners, 

waving,  set ; 
Its  battled  ramparts  rough  with  spears ;  its  hold  with 

mosque  and  minaret ; 
All  in  its  roads,  with  lofty  masts,  slow  rooking,  many 

a  galley  lies ; 
Our   travellers   crowd    its  rich  bazaars,    and   fill  its 

caravanserais. 


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342  Serbumn^  gYetHgrot^. 

&tlkitex,  meine  Qm^t  ted^jt!  tood^*  mtf ,  f(^cn  nsH^t  bte 

©Sitwicnmg !"  — 
9to6^  einmat  l^ob  er  fehien  ^id ;  bonn  fagt'  er  bunt^f : 

„t)ic  ©jjicgclung ! 
©n  Stenbtocrl,  Srgcr  ate  t)ct  ©mum!  bddart'gct  (Sciflcr 

3eitt)crtrcib."  — 
Sr  fci^icg  —  ba«  2Wctcor  tjerf^wanb  —  auf  fetne  ?ci(!^ 

fanfba^SBeib! 

—*  dm  ^afen  i^n  $enebig  f o  t>m  f einer  ^motl^  f)nra<!^  ter 

2)ed  ^t^erm  Stebe  {Mime  f  ii^  in  3)edbemotieii«  gierig  O^. 
aufful^r  fie,   ate  t)a«  Soi^r^ttfl  nun  an'«  Ufer  flicg  mi 

IciSftm  ©tpg  — 
Sr  ffi^rte  fc^t»cigent)  jum  ^alafi  ba«  cinj'ge  ^nb  SSraBan* 

tio'«. 


:^er  Sick  ^anex. 


^  Kcb',  fo  long  bu  licben  fannfi! 
D  litV,  fo  lang  bu  Kcben  magfi! 
!Dic  ©tunbc  lommt,  bie  ©tunbe  fommt, 
9Bo  bu  an  ©rafcem  fle^fi  unb  Hagfi! 

Unb  forge,  bog  betn  $crje  glftl^t 
Unb  Siebc  ^cgt  nnb  Siebe  trSgt, 
@o  long'  il^m  nod^  ein  anber  ^^ 
3n  Stcbe  toorm  cntgcgenf(j^l5gt ! 


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AKONITMOUS.  343 

Beloved !  I  am  fidnt  with  thirst !  wake  up !  Ihe  twilight 

nears.  Ala»! 
He  raised  his  eye  once  more,  and  groaned,  -—  It  is  the 

deserts  mocking  glass ! 
A  cheat,   the  play  of  spiteful  fiends ,  more  cruel  than 

the  Smoom.  —  All  hoarse, 
He  stopped :   —  the  vision  fades !  she  sank ,  —  the 

dying  girl,  upon  his  corse ! 

—  Thus  of  his  native  land  the  Moor  in  Venice  haven 

oft  would  tell : 
On  Desdemona's  eager  ear,  the  Captain's  story  thrilling 

fell. 
She  started,  as  the  gondola  jarred  on  the  quay  with 

tremhling  prow : 
He,  silent,  to  her  palace  led  the  Heiress  of  Brabantio. 


LOVE'S  DURATION. 

(From  the   "Hermann,"   of  June    15th.    1868.) 


O  love,  as  long  as  love  thou  canst  I 
As  long  as  love's  pure  flame  will  burn  I 
The  hour  will  come,  the  hour  will  come. 
When,  bent  o'er  graves,  thou'lt  weep  and  mourn. 

Thy  heart  —  O  let  it  ever  f^l 
Love's  sweetest  tendrils  round  it  twin^, 
As  long  as  on  the  earth  one  heart 
Besponsive  bieats  with  love  to  thin^  1 


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344  SerbliMitb  ^^tiiifftati^. 

Unt)  »er  bit  feinc  Stttfl  crfAftcfet, 
D  t^u'  i^,  toa«  t)tt  fannji,  ju  lieb! 
Unt)  ntad^*  i^tn  j[ete  ®titnt)e  fro^, 
Unb  raat^*  i^iii  feme  ©tunbe  trftb ! 

Utib  l^itte  beine  B^^S^  ^^^'' 
93aft)  iji  cln  b5fc«  SBort  gefagt! 
D  ®ott,  eg  tt>ar  ni^t  bo«  gemeint,  — 
J)er  5lnbrc  oBer  ge^t  unb  !(agt. 

D  lieb',  fo  kng  bu  lieben  fannft! 
D  lieb',  fo  (ang  bu  lieben  magfl! 
®ic  ©tunbe  !omrat,  bie  ©tunbe  fommt, 
333o  bu  an  ©rabern  fte^ft  unb  Hagji! 

Dann  ftiiefi  bu  nieber  an  ber  ®ruft,  • 
Unb  bitgfi  bie  Slugen,  trilb  unb  nag 
—  @ie  fel^n  ben  anbetn  nimmermel^r  - 
3n'«  lange,  fcu^te  ^rd^l^ofdgrad. 


Unb  frrid^ji:  £>  ^dfdvC  auf  mii)  ^xai, 
®et  l^ier  an  beincm  ®rabe  t»emt! 
Setgib,  bag  Id^  gcfranft  bt(i^  ^aV\ 
D  ®ott,  eg  tear  nici^t  bfig  gemeint ! 

ffit  aber  fiel^t  irab  I^Srt  \^i6)  ntii^t, 
Sommt  nid^t,  bag  bu  il^n  eft  umfSngjie 
Der  aWunb,  ber  oft  bid^  Migtc,  f^mc^ 
9tie  toiebcr:  i(j^  i^ergab  bit 


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ANONTMOtTS.  345 

For  him,   who  opes  his  hreast  to  thee, 
O  let  thy  heart  with  kindness  glow! 
Turn  every  hour  of  his  to  joy  — 
Nor  for  a  moment  doud  his  brow. 

Guard  still  thy  tongue;   a  thoughtless  word 
Oft  leaves  a  sting  —  a  bitter  smart; 
For,  though  perchance  no  harm  is  meant, 
Thy  friend  may  leave  with  wounded  heart. 

0  love,  as  long  as  love  thou  canst! 

As  long  as  love's  pure  flame  will  burn  I 
The  hour  will  come,  the  hour  will  come , 
When,  bent  o'er  graves,  thou'lt  weep  and  mourn. 

With  downcast  eyes,  bedimm'd  with  tears  — 
Thy  friend  they  ne'er  will  look  upon  — 
Thou'lt  kneel  upon  the  grassy  mound 
Beside  the  cold,  cold  lifeless  stone, 

And  cry :  on  him  who  prostrate  lies 
Look  loving  down  from  realms  above ! 
Forgive,  if  e'er  I  gave  thee  pain! 

1  did  not  mean  to  slight  thy  love. 

He  cannot  see  thee — cannot  hear  — 
To  meet  fhy  fond  embrace  comes  not  — 
The  lips,  so  often  pressed  to  thine. 
Will  never  say:   'tis  long  foi-got. 


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346  '  gerbinoiib  gmliflvat^. 

Sr  tl^at'6,  tocrgoB  tir  tengc  fd^n, 

Urn  \>i(S)  unb  um  bein  l^crbc^  SSJort  — 
S)o(i^  ftitt  —  er  tul^t,  er  iji  cm  Bid- 

D  Ue6\  fo  lang  bu  Reicn  lannft! 
D  iW,  fo  lang  bu  Heicn  magjl! 
®tc  ©tunbe  !ommt,  bic  ©tunbc  lommt, 
aaSo  bu  an  OtSktn  jicl^fl  uub  fiagfl ! 


—  1866.  — 


jBci  a33ctterf(3^cm  unb  Stcgengug, 

Unb  in  ber  ©onnc  ©tral^Ien, 

SBic  tl^ttji  bu  frcubifl,  ©cJ^u^  auf  ®<i^tt6 

®u  ®aat  im  Sanb  SBejlfal^kn ! . 

!Du  $ettt»eg^toggen  fd^lan!  unb  fd^anf, 

ftom  ficbcn  gug  unb  brftber  lang, 

aajie  l^errtic^  ftel^fl  unb  teifji  bu! 

„3f^  reif  unb  toai^fe  mtt  ®etodt ; 
(£«  trteft  ba«  Sa^x  t>on  ©cgeu; 
SSoHauf  ju  fatf gen  3ung  unb  SHt 
aicif  td^  on  otten  SSkgeu. 
S)od^  toeigt  bu  ni<!^t,  o  SBanberdmanUr 
Dag  l^uer  mid^  ntd^t  emten  fanu, 
SBer  frol^en  SBiutl^d  mid^  fS'tc? 


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ANONYMOUS.  S47 

He  did  forgive  thee  —  years  have  passed  — 
Yet  many  a  sigh  burst  from  his  breast 
0*er  thee  and  o*er  thy  thoughtless  word  — 
But  hush !  he  skeps,  he  is  at  rest ! 

O  love,  as  long  as  love  thou  canst! 
As  long  as  love's  pure  flame  will  burn! 
The  hour  will  come  —  the  hour  will  come, 
When,  bent  o'er  graves,  thou'lt  weep  and  mourn  I 


WESTPHALIAN  SUMMER  SONG. 

—   1866.  — 

Translated  by  Mrs.  E.  Kroeker,   n6e  Freiligrath. 


In  lightning  and  in  summer's  rain. 
In  noon-sun  hot  and  glowing, 

Full  gaily,   O  Westphalia's  grain 
Art  shooting  up  and  growing! 

Old  Hellweg's  rye,   so  lithe  and  strong, 

Seven  feet  and  more  thy  stems  are  long, 
How  gloriously  dost  ripen  I 

**!  grow  and  ripen  fast  and  strong. 
The  year  with  gifts  is  mellow, 

To  satisfy  both  old  and  young 
I  ripen  rich  and  yellow. 

But  dost  thou  not,  O  wanderer!   know 

That  he  who  joyfully  did  sow 
Can  never  cut  and  reap  me? 


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348  *    g^rbinonb  grciUgrat(i. 

„^att9  \>\txif  meiner  Xel^ten  dtm^, 

^imvA  in  SRcil^'n  unb  9tottcn. 

S)ic  gau^  geboHt,  bie  S^ran'  im  2lug\ 

309  cr  t)on  fiomj)  utt«  Sottcu; 

S)tc  Srommd  rief  il^n  unl>  t)a«  $orn: 

Sr  foil  beg  beutfci^en  93niber«  fforn 

3m  93ruberfrieg  jerpampfen. 

„2Ber  l^ott  benn  nun  jum  Srntetan3 

S)ie  fd^mutfcn  ©imcn  l^cucr? 

D  tocl^ !  tocr  fd^toingt  ben  (Smtefranj, 

aaScr  ?)Panjt  il^n  anf  ble  ©d^euer? 

(gg  ifi  ein  gd^nitter,  bet  l^etgt  lob, 

S)cr  mS^t  bie«  Safyc  m\t  ^out  unb  Sotl^  — 

3^  toei^,  toer  i^n  gebungen! 

„S«  ftngt  ein  SSoglein  auf  ber  ^aar: 

2lm  Sttftrom  unb  am  2Kaine, 

®a  liegt,  ber  l^ier  ein  ^fliigcr  tear, 

Srfci^lagen  auf  bem  Elaine; 

®r  toar  ber  (Seinen  ®to(j  unb  ?up, 

Sin  Sruber  fd^og  i^  burd^  bie  ©ruji!  — 

^(il  raufd^e  Iei«  im  SBinbe!" 


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MRS.    £.    KBOEKEB.  .  349 

*'Forth  through  my  swaying  ears  he  went, 

In  rank  and  order  starting, 
With  clenched  fist  and  head  low  bent 

From  house  and  home  departing; 
Loud  summoned  by  the  drum  and  horn 
He  goes  to  crush  his  brother's  corn 

In  brother- war  unhallowed. 

^Who,   then,   for  this  year's  harvest-home 

Will  fetch  the  girls  to  foot  it? 
Alas  !   who'll  wave  the  harvest- wreath  ? 

Upon  the  barn  who'll  put  it? 
The  reaper's  name  is  Death,   I  wot, 
He  mows  this  year  with  grape  and  shot; 

Well  know  I  who  has  hired  him. 

'^A  little  bird  sings  on  the  Haar : 
Where  Elbe  and  Maine  are  hieing, 

There  he  who  was  a  ploughboy  here 
All  stiff  and  stark  is  lying. 

His  homestead's  pride,   forth  did  he  go ; 

A  brother's  bullet  laid  him  low !  — 
I  rustle  to  the  breezes." 


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MISCELLANEOUS  AUTHORS. 


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sXennc^en  von  S^^aratt. 


3lennd^cn  i»n.2!^arau  iff^,  bic  mir  gefallt, 
®ic  ift  mcin  ?eben,  mein  ®ut  unb  mein  ®dt). 

Uixmiftn  i)on  2]^atau  l^at  toieber  il^r  $erj 
3[uf  mid^  geri(i^tct  in  Stei'  itni  in  ^i^crj. 

Slcnnd^en  t)on  SJ^arau,  mcin  Stcid^t^um,  mein  ®ut, 
3)u  meinc  ©cele,  mein  JJIcifd^  unb  mein  33lut! 

ftSm'  alle«  SBetter  glcid^  auf  nn«  ju  fci^tol^n, 
aSir  flnb  gefmnt,  bei  einanber  jn  fial^n. 

^anf^eit,  SScrfoIgung,  S5etriibni§  unb  ^ein 
<SoII  nnfrer  Siebe  Scrfnotigung  fein. 

Sicd^t  al«  cin  ^almBaum  ^oif  ftbcr  fld^  fieigt, 
3e  mel^r  il^n  ^agcl  unb  9icgcn  anpd^t; 

@o  »itb  bie  Sieb'  in  un^  mad^tig  unb  gtog, 
3)urd^  ^euj,  burd^  ?eiben,  burd^  aHcrlei  Jlot^. 


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ANNIE  OF  THARAW. 

Translated  by  Henry  W.    Longfellow. 


Annie  of  Tharaw,  my  true  love  of  old, 
She  is  my  life,  and  my  goods,  sind  my  gold. 

Annie  of  Tharaw,  her  heart  once  again 
To  me  has  surrendered  in  joy  and  in  pain. 

Annie  of  Tharaw,  my  riches,  my  good, 
Thou,  O  my  soul,  my'flesh  and  my  blood! 

Then  come  the  wild  weather,  come  sleet  or  come  snow, 
We  will  stand  by  each  other,  however  it  blow. 

Oppression,  and  sickness,  and  sorrow,  and  pain 
Shall  be  to  our  true  love  as  links  to  the  chain. 

As  the  palm-tree  standeth  so  straight  and  so  tall. 
The  more  the  hail  beats,  and  the  more  the  rains  fall,— 

So  love  in  our  hearts  shall  grow  mighty  and  strong. 
Through  crosses,  through  sorrows,  through  manifold 
wrong. 
GoLDsoHMiOT ,  German  Poetry.  23 


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354  21.  ©.  toun  ©^Ugel. 

SBfirbefl  bu  ^kiii  einmal  t)on  mtr  getrennt, 
Sebtefl  ba,  too  man  bie  ®onne  tamn  Itnnt: 

3^  t»Ul  bit  folgen  burd^  SBSlbcr  unb  SKccr, 
2)ur(^  ©«,  bttt^  ©fen,  butd^  feinbK(i^c«  $eer. 

Jlennd^en  t)on  S]^atau,  meine  Snft,  meine  @onn', 
SKcin  Seben  fci^Ucg*  td^  nm  bcine«  Return. 


21  r  i  0  tt. 
9.  B.  i»on 

gtbotcn  1767;  gcftptbm  1S45. 


virion  xoax  bet  £Bne  SDtcifter, 
!Die  Sitl^cr  (cbf  in  fcincr  §anb!    . 
Damtt  crgS^t*  er  attc  Oeijter, 
Unb  gem  cmpfuig  il^n  jebe«  8anb. 
(£r  fti^ifftc  golbbekbcn 
Se^t  i)on  latent^  ©cfiaben, 
3nm  f^Bnen  ^eQad  j^eimgemnbt. 

3unt  greunbe  jiel^t  tl^n  fetn  Scriangcn, 
3^n  Ueit  bcr  ^crrfd^er  t)on  Sorint^. 
ffi^'  in  btc  grcmb'  er  an^gegongen, 
83at  er  tl^n,  brilberii^  gefinnt: 

Sag  bir'«  in  metnen  ^aHen 

^oif  rul^ig  tDol^lgefaUen, 
9SieI  fann  t)erKcren,  »er  getoinnt. 


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D.    P.    MA.CCABTHY.  355 

ShouM'st  thou  be  torn  from  me  to  wander  alone 

In  a  desolate  land  where  the  sim  is  scarce  known,  — 

Through  forests  I'll  follow,  and  where  the  sea  flows, 
Through  ice,  and  through  iron,  through  armies  of  foes. 

Annie  of  Tharaw,  my  light  and  my  sun, 

The  threads  of  our  two  lives  are  woven  in  one. 


ARION. 

Translated  by  D.  F.  Maccarthy. 


A  master  of  melodious  sound 
Arion  was,  and  in  his  hand 
The  cithern  lived:  joy  scattering  round 
Him  warmly  wejcomed  every  land. 
A  thousiind  golden  gifts  he  bore, 
And  now  from  fair  Tarentum's  shore 
Hies  home  to  Hellas'  lovelier  strand. 

Friends  charmed  him  back,  for  he  was  loved 

By  Corinth's  prince,  its  noblest  son. 
Who,  ere  to  stranger  lands  he  roved. 

Had  done  what  brother  might  have  done, 
Had  said,  *'within  my  royal  halls 
Here  take  thy  rest,  whate'er  befalls. 
He  much  may  lose,  who  much  hath  won.'* 

23* 


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356  5C.  SB.  toon  @(i^Icgc(. 

Slrion  fprad^:   „©n  toanbcmt)  Seben 
©cfollt  tcr  frcicn  ®i(3^terbrttft. 
!Die  ^nft,  btc  mtr  cin  ®ott  gegeben, 
®ie  fet  aud^  t>ietcr  laufcnt  ?uji. 
Sin  tDol^IertDortnen  ®aben 
SBie  tocrt'  tc^  einfl  mld^  iaUn, 
S)e«  tociten  9Iu]^me«  frol^  betougt!" 

@r  fiel^t  im  ©d^tff  am  jtochen  SWorgen, 
Die  ?ftftc  toel^cn  tint)  utib  toarm, 
„D  ^rianbcr,  citic  ©orgcn! 
8Scrgi§  flc  nun  in  meinem  arm! 
aSJir  tootten  mit  ©cfci^enfen 
3)ic  Ootter  reici^  bebenfen, 
Unb  jubdn  in  bcr  (Safie  ©d^toarm." 

(£«  btciben  95Bint  unb  ®ee  gctoogen, 
aiud^  nid^t  ein  fcme«  Solft^en  grant, 
Sr  l^at  nid^t  aDjume(  ben  ffiogcn, 
®en  SKcnfd^en  alljnt)ie(  tjcrtraut. 
gr  ^6rt  bie  ©d^iffcr  pftem, 
^a6:i  fcinen  ©d^atjen  (ilftcm; 
S)od^  balb  umringen  fie  il^n  lant. 

„Dtt  borffl,  airion,  nid^t  me^r  leben: 
SSegel^rjl  bn  auf  bem  ?anb  ein  ®rab, 
®o  mugt  bn  l^ier  ben  lob  bir  geben, 
©onji  toirf  bid^  in  ba«  9Kcct  l^inab."  — 

®o  tooflt  i^r  mid^  t)erberfcen? 

Stir  m6gt  mein  ®oIb  enocrben, 
3d^  faufe  gem  mein  Slut  eud^  ah.  — 


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D.    F.    MACCAKTHY.  357 

Arion  spoke:  ''A  wandering  fate 

Best  suits  the  poet's  free-born  breast, 
The  art,  a  god  hath  delegate 

To  me,  may  make  even  myriads  blest. 
Oh !  how  shall  I  enjoy  one  day 
The  well-won  gifts:  for  then  I  may, 
Of  glory  and  the  crown  possest." 

He  stands  on  deck  the  second  mom, 

The  air  blows  round  him  soft  and  warm; 
''O  Periander !  cares  vain-born 
Of  fear  forget  within  my  arm. 

We  to  the  gods  with  offerings  rare 
Will  show  our  gratitude,   and  share 
Our  joy  with  guests  in  countless  swarm." 

The  wind  and  wave  fraternal  touch 

Each  other,  even  the  clouds  look  gay ; 
The  waves  he  trusteth  not  too  much, 
'Tis  men  he  trusts  too  much  to-day. 

He  hears  the  seamen  whispering  low  — 
With  greedy  eyes  that  gloat  and  glow, 
They  round  him  come,  ajid  loudly  say; 

^o  longer  hast  thou  got  to  live. 

Arion ;   if  an  earthly  grave 
Thou  car'st  for,  here  thy  death-blow  give, 
Else  plunge  thee  headlong  in  the  wave." 
**And  will  ye  thus  my  life  destroy? 
My  gold  ye  freely  may  enjoy. 
My  blood  I'll  buy  with  all  I  have". 


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358  «.  ®.  ^n 


.Hflm,  Item,  tt)ir  taffcn  t)i<i^  nid^t  ttHinbcni, 
3)u  toSrji  cm  ju  gcf%Hd^  $auj)t. 
2Bo  6Uc6en  tcir  tor  ^crianbcm, 
SSerrict^fl  t)u,  t)a|  toir  t)i<i^  6crau6t? 

Un«  faim  t?cin  ®oIt)  ni(^t  frottimen, 
aSSenn  wteter  l^cimjufotmncn 
Un«  itimmermcl^r  t?ic  ^uxi^t  ertaabt."  -— 

„®ctod]^Tt  mir  t>mn  neif  cine  SSittc, 
®i(t,  xaidf  JU  Tcttcn,  fetn  SJcrtrag, 
3)a§  id^  nad^  Stt]^rfi>icler»@tttc, 
SaSic  iii  gelebct,  ficrbcn  mag. 

aBann  id^  mcin  8iet)*  gcfungcn, 

3)te  ®aiten  au«gcHungcn, 
3)aTm  fal^c  l^in  t)c«  ?cbcn«  Sag." 

3)tc  Sitte  fann  fie  nid^t  fcefd^amctt, 

®ic  tcnfen  nut  an  ben  ©ctoinn, 

Dod^  fold^n  ©Sngcr  ju  t)cmc]^mcn, 

Da«  ret  jet  il^rcn  toilbcn  ®tnn. 

„Unt)  tooHt  i^r  tul^g  kttfd^cn, 
?a|t  mid&  tie  ^Icibet  toufd^cn: 

3m  ©d^mudt  nur  rei§t  ?l))oH  mid^  l^in."  — 

SDcr  3ilngUng  ^Ht  bic  fd^ancn  ©ttcbcr 

3n  ®olt)  unt)  ^urpur  tounbctbar. 

33i«  auf  t?ie  Sol^lcn  toaUt  ^cmicDcr 

Sin  Icid^ter,  faltigcr  lalar; 

Die  arme  jicren  @})angen, 

Um  ^U  unt)  ©titn  unb  Sangen 

gticgt  tuftent)  ba«  bcfrSnjtc  $aar. 


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D.    F.    MACCABTHY.  359 

'*No,  no,   we  cannot  let  thee  wander, 

Thou  hast  too  dangerous  a  soul; 
How  would  we  fare  with  Periander, 

If  thou  couldst  say,  my  gold  they  stole? 
The  pleasure  of  our  promised  joy 
The  fear  of  that  would  all  destroy, 
When  anchored  we  had  reached  the  goal." 

''Then  grant  to  me  one  boon,  I  pray, 

Since  I  cannot  my  ransom  buy; 
'Tis  this,  that  as  I've  lived,  I  may 
A  simple  cithern-player  die: 

When  I  my  fjurewell-song  have  sung, 
And  left  the  silent  chords  unstrung, 
Then  life,  and  light,  and  love,  good-bye". 

Through  shame  they  grant  so  slight  a  thing. 

Sure  of  the  gain  of  their  offence; 
To  hear  so  sweet  a  singer  sing 

Seems  even  to  charm  their  savage  sense. 
''And  would  you  hear  my  song  with  ease, 
^       Oh !   let  me  change  such  clothes  as  these, 

For  robed  the  god  would  snatch  me  hence." 

The  youth  his  limbs  of  loveliest  mould 

Enwraps  in  gold  and  purple  fair, 
Even  to  his  feet  falls  fold  on  fold 
A  robe  as  light  as  summer  air; 

His  arms  rich  golden  bracelets  deck, 
And  round  his  brow,  and  cheeks,  and  neck 
In  fragrance  floats  the  leaf-crowned  hair. 


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360  2(.  ®.  txixt  @<i^(c0cl. 

I)ic  Sit^  tu^t  in  fcincr  fiinfcn, 
3)ie  atcd^te  l^It  t>a«  (2(fcn6cm; 
®r  fc^eint  erquidt  t)ic  Suft  ju  trinfen, 
gr  fkal^U  im  iKorgctifeniicnfd^m. 

S«  jiaunt  bcr  ©d^iffcr  Sanbc; 

Sr  ft^reifct  t)om  jum  Stantc, 
Unt)  fie^t  in'^  bkue  SWecr  ^incin. 

Sr  fang:  „®cf8^rtin  meincr  ©timmcl 
Somm,  folge  mir  in'^  ©d^enre^! 
£)h  anil  t)er  $(5Hen^unfc  crgrimmc, 
Die  SWac^t  bcr  Z'6m  jal^mt  i^n  gleiii^. 

S(t)fium«  $etocn, 

Dcm  t)unle(n  ©trom  cntflo^cn, 
^ijx  friet)U(^cn,  f(!^pn  grilg'  i(!^  cu(^ ! 

Dod^  f6nnt  il^r  mid^  t)C«  ®ram«  entbiuten? 

3c^  lafje  meincn  ijrcunt)  jurikf, 

I)u  gingji  Snirtjticcn  ju  pnbcn; 

Der  $at)c«  barg  bcin  fttge^  ®liW. 
I)a  ti)ie  ein  Jraum  jcrrenncn 
9Ba«  t)ir  bcin  8ieb  getoonncn, 

SSerflud^tcjl  bu  t)cr  Sonne  Slid.   . 

3(!^  mug  ^tna6,  i(i^  loiQ  nic^t  }agen! 
Die  ©Utter  fd^auen  an^  ber  |)8]^\ 
Die  i^r  mid^  tocl^rlo^  ijait  erfd^Iagcn, 
Srblaffet,  ti)cnn  id^  untergc^! 

i)en  @a\t,  ju  end^  gcbettet, 

3]^r  Slerciben,  rcttctl" 
®o  fprang  cr  in  bie  tiefc  ®ec. 


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D.    F.    MACCABTHY.  361 

His  left  hand  doth  the  cithern  bear, 

His  right  the  plectrum's  ivory  key ; 
He  seems  revived  to  drink  the  air, 
In  morning's  sunshine  fair  to  see. 
The  sailor- band  with  wonder  stare, 
He  to  the  stern  strides  on,  and  there 
Looks  down  upon  the  dark  blue  sea. 

He  sang,  "Companion  of  my  voice, 

Down  to  the  shade-world  follow  me, 
For  even  the  hellrhound  hath  no  choice 
But  charmed  by  music's  power  must  be ; 
Elysium's  heroes,   who  have  fled 
Enfranchised  o'er  the  field  of  dread, 
Ye  calm,  already  greet  I  ye. 

''But  can  ye  not  this  coil  unbind? 

I  leave  my  friend  and  plunge  in  night, 
Thou  wentst  Eurydice  to  find. 

For  Hades  held  thy  soul's  delight. 

There  as  a  dream  whose  course  is  run 
Was  lost  the  prize  thy  song  had  won. 
How  cursed  thou  then  the  sunshine's  light!'' 

TDown  must  I  go,  I'll  tremble  not, 

The  gods  are  looking  from  on  high, 
Me  here  defenceless  ye  have  caught. 
But  ye  will  pale  to  see  me  die. 
O  Nereids  of  the  dark  blue  sea, 
Protect  the  guest  who  trusteth  ye !" 
Then  sprang  he  mid  the  deep  sea  nigh. 


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362  .  ^.  2B.  toon  ^iti^d. 

Sl^n  titdm  dfofcdt?  tie  SBogcn; 

I)ie  fld^ttt  ©c^iffcr  fegeta  fort. 

Delpl^imc  toorcn  noii^geiogeH, 

ate  lodfte  fie  eiu  3<t»J^ttt)ori : 
(8^*  ghtt^en  il^n  erfWden, 
S9ettt  etner  tl^m  Un  Stihfen 

Unt)  tragt  i^n  forgfam  ^in  jum  ^ort. 

Dc«  aWccr^  toertDorrcncd  ®e6raufe 
SBort)  jiummcn  gifii^en  nur  tocrUe^n; 
^od^  (odt  iD^uftt  au^  fal}'gem  ^ufe 
3^  frol^n  ©?)riingctt  t>en  a)e(^)l^tt. 
®ic  fount'  i^n  oft  bcjiriden, 
Wtit  fe^nfiuJ^tdDcQen  Sttcfen 
S)em  fa{f(i^eti  dager  nad^jujie)^. 

@o  trSgt  ben  @anger  mit  Sntjitden 
S)a«  menfc^enfiebent)  fmn'ge  !^ier. 
(gr  f(i^tt)cbt  auf  bem  gctoottten  9iMen, 
^alt  tm  Srimn^)^  ber  8eier  3i^^; 
Unt)  Heine  aSetten  f})ringcn 
2Bie  nad^  t)er  ©aiten  Slingen 
9ting«  in  Dem  bteuUd^en  8ic»ier. 

S33o  ber  S)di>]^in  fwi^  fein  entiaben, 
Der  il^tt  getettet  afertoart^, 
Da  toirb  bereinfl  in  geldgefloben 
a)a«  aaSnnber  aufgeftettt  in  Srj. 

3e^t,  ba  fic^  jebcr  trennte 

3u  feinem  ©entente, 
®rft§t  il^n  ?lrion«  t)oll[e«  $erj. 


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D.    F.    MACCAKTHY.  363 

The  waves  closed  o'er  him  blue  and  black, 

The  crew  breathed  free,  the  wind  blew  fair, 
But  dolphins  followed  in  his  track 
As  if  a  spell  had  fixed  them  there, 

And  ere  the  flood  had  gulped  him  down 
One  bore  him  on  his  broad  back  brown 
Safe  towards  the  port  with  tender  care. 

The  roaring  sea,  the  rushing  wave, 
Are  given  to  silent  fish  for  aye; 
Still  music  from  his  salt  sea  cave 
Can  lure  the  dolphin  up  to  play  — 
Can  lure  him  oft  with  longing  eyes 
To  follow  where  the  false  ship  flies. 
Swift-speeding  on  its  homeward  way. 

And  so  the  gentle  brute  and  wise, 

The  singer  bears  in  joyful  trance, 
Upon  his  vaulted  back  he  lies, 
The  cithern  proudly  in  advance. 
And  little  waves  in  widening  rings 
Arise  beneath  the  twinkling  strings. 
Outspreading  o'er  the  blue  expanse. 

The  dolphin  the  dear  weight  it  bore 
Safe  landed  from  the  rocks  apart, 
'Twas  where,  years  after,  on  that  shore 
In  bronze  this  tale  was  told  by  Art. 
And  as  they  each  asunder  went 
Back  to  their  separate  element, 
Thus  spoke  Arions  grateful  heart : 


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364  ^.  2B.  ton 


„2tV  ti)o^(  unb  ffinnt*  id^  ti(i^  belol^ncn, 
Du  tteucr,  frcunbUd^  3)el^)^m! 
Du  fanitfl  nur  l^icr,  i(^  tort  nur  wo^ncn: 
©emeinfc^aft  iji  und  ni^t  DerUel^ti. 

3)id^  tt>trt)  auf  feud^tcti  ©picgeln 

9lo(3^  ®atatea  jiigelti, 
Du  toirfl  fte  flolj  unt  l^eiKg  jiel^n." 

Irion  eilt  nun  leit^t  toon  l^inncn, 
SBic  einji  er  in  bie  grcmbe  fu^; 
Sc^on  glSnjen  il^m  Sorintl^uS  Bi^^^W' 
Sr  toanbcft  finncnt  burc^  bie  g(ur. 

aWit  8ieb'  unb  Suft  gcborcn, 

Scrgigt  er,  ti)a«  tocrlorcn, 
SSleibt  i^m  ber  ijreunb,  bie  Sttl^er  nur. 

Sr  tritt  l^inein:  „9Som  a33anberic6en 

5?un  ru^'  i(^,  grcunby  an  beiner  Srufl. 

Die  Sunjt,  bie  mir  cin  ®ott  ge^eBcn, 

Sic  tourbc  Joieler  2^aufenb  Sufi. 
3^^!^^  f^'W^  9tau6er  ^a6en 
®ie  tool^Iertoorfcnen  ®aben; 

Doc^  bin  id^  mir  be«  Stul^m^  betougt." 

Dann  frrit^t  er  Don  ben  SBunberbingen, 

Dag  ^erianber  ftaunenb  ^or(^t: 

„®oH  3enen  foI<i^  ein  9taub  gelingen? 

3(^  ^att'  umfonji  bie  aWaci^t  geborgt. 
jDie  Jl^dter  ju  entbeden, 
aWugt  bu  bid^  ^ier  terfteden, 

@o  na^n  fie  ftc^  too^  unbeforgt."  — 


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D.    F.    MACCAKTHT.  365 

"Thee  can  I  not  reward!  Farewell, 

Farewell,  thou  dolphin  true  and  kind, 
Thou  here,  I  there  could  never  dwell; 
No  life  in  common  could  we  find. 
Thee  still  upon  the  glassy  main 
Will  Galatea  gently  rein, 
Thou  her  wilt  draw  through  wave  and  wind." 

ArioU;  lightly  as  in  hours 

When  hence  he  roamed,  returns  again. 

Already  glisten  Corinth's  towers. 

He  wanders  singing  o'er  the  plain  ; 

The  child  of  love  and  pleasure. 

He  heeds  not  his  lost  treasure, 

His  friend,  his  cithern  still  remain. 

He  steppeth  on.     **No  longer  driven 

World- wandering,   friend,  I  seek  thy  breast, 
The  art,  to  me  a  god  hath  given. 
Hath  made  a  many  a  thousand  blest. 
True,  robbers  rapine-swollen 
The  well  won  gifts  have  stolen. 
Still  of  my  fame  am  I  possest." 

Then  tells  he  the  astounding  story 
In  Periander's  wandering  ear  — 
**In  vain  were  all  my  power  and  glory, 
If  theft  like  this  should  prosper  here ; 
The  guilty  to  discover 
Here  rest  thee  under  cover, 
For  sure  of  safety  they'll  draw  near." 


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366  31.  as.  i)on  ^(i^Iegcl. 

Unb  a(^  im  $afen  @d^tff^r  fommen, 

S3efci^cibet  er  fie  ju  fxi^  ^cr. 

,;^a6t  »om  ^rioti  il^r  tocrnommcn? 

Wliif  fftmmert  feine  SBicterfe^r. " 
„3Bir  liegen  tc(!^t  im  ®Me 
3^n  ju  S^retit  juriide."  — 

Da,  flc^c!  tritt  arion  l^r. 

(Se^Ht  fmb  feinc  fci^Snen  ©timber 
3n  @o(b  unb  ^ttrpur  tounberbav, 
35i«  auf  bie  ©o^en  tDattt  l^emUbcr 
Sin  (ei^tcr  faltiger  Jatar; 
!Dic  arme  jtcren  ©pangcn, 
Um  ^al^  unb  ®tirn  unb  SSSangen 
SUcgt  buftcnb  bag  brfranjte  $aar. 

Die  Sttl^r  ru^t  in  fcincr  Sinfen, 
S)ie  ated^te  ^(t  bad  ©fenbein, 
®ie  miilfen  i^m  ju  5ft§en  ftnfen, 
S«  trifft  fie  ti)ie  bed  SMifeed  ©d^in. 

,A)^n  toottten  t»ir  ermorbcn; 

(£r  ift  jum  ®otte  njorben: 
D  f coifing'  und  nur  bie  Srb'  l^uein!"  - 

,,Sr  k6et  nod^,  bet  JBne  SKcijier, 

Der  ©anger  ftel^  in  ^eit'ger  ^. 

3(i^  rufe  nid^t  ber  SJad^e  ©eijier, 

arion  tt>ill  nid^t  cuer  ^lut. 

gem  mBgt  i^r  ju  SarBaren, 
De«  ®eije«  Ihtad^te,  fal^ren; 

S'iie  lafce  ©defined  eurcn  SWut^." 


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D.    F.    MACCAKTHY.  367 

Full  soon  in  port  the  bark  is  lying, 

He  bids  the  crew  before  him  come : 
''What  tidings  have  ye  of  Arion? 
I  long  for  his  returning  home." 
''In  luck  the  gods  have  sent  him ; 
We  left  him  at  Tarentum." 
Forth  steps  Arion, — they  are  dumb. 

He  hides  his  limbs  of  loveliest  mould 

In  gold  and  purple  wondrous  fair; 
Even  to  his  feet  falls  fold  on  fold 
A  robe  as  light  as  summer  air; 

His  arms  rich  golden  bracelets  deck, 
And  round  his  brow,    and  cheeks,  and  neck 
In  fragrance  floats  the  leaf-crowned  hair. 

His  left  hand  holds  the  cithern  sweet, 

The  ivory  bow  is  in  his  right; 
They  must  fall  down  before  his  feet 
As  strucken,  by  the  lightning's  light. 
"A  god  I  we  thought  to  slay  him  — 
A  god!  for  waves  obey  him  — 
O  Earth!   conceal  us  from  his  sight." 

"The  minstrel  lives,  nor  think  it  strange  — 

The  singer  stands  in  holy  care ; 
Not  his  the  spirit  of  revenge, 

Your  lives  Arion  deigns  to  spare. 
To  BarbaryV  congenial  clay 
Ye  slaves  of  Avarice,  away  I 
And  ne*er  may  Beauty  be  your  share." 


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368  ^Stcn^  aOlorife  «mt>t. 

(Srnfl  aWortt  ^rnbt 

gcberen  1769;  gcflcrben  1860. 


(t«  ^eult  t)cr  ©turm,  bie  SSJogc  fd^aumt, 

Unt)  turd^  t)ic  aSorten  fasten  SJtitjc, 
3)cr  alte  ©i^iffer  nidt  unb  traumt 

®ar  ru^ig  auf  bcm  naffcH  ®i^e: 
SEBie  tt)t(b  urn  il^n  bte  SBoge  fc^Idgt, 

SBic  auf  utit)  ob  bag  ©dbifflcin  f(^tt!e(t, 
Sin  Jroum,  bcr  filgc  SSilbcr  tragt, 

Umfpicft  fctn  ^anpi  unb  fc^crjt  unb  gaufelt. 

Sin  ©lanb  l^ebt  er  l^ett  unb  fc^on 

SWit  rcid^cn  ^uren  au«  ben  SBogen, 
Sin  ti>unben)oIIed  Senjgetdn 

?lu«  Slttt^enl^atncn  !ommt'«  geflogcn  — 
Der  aitc  ruft:  „$icr  (egt  an'g  8anb, 

$icr  in  bie  S3ud^t,  ben  flitten  $afen! 
O  fommfl  bu  enbltd^,  S^eben^fianb  ? 

SBie  toiC  id^  fil§  nad^  ©tilrmen  fd^lafen" 

Da  fc^iegt  an^  fd^toarjer  5)Za(i^t  ein  ©tra^l, 

©n  glfl^nber  ®ottc«))feil,  t)on  oben, 
S)er  Sd^iffet  unb  ba«  ©d^iff  junta! 

2»it  SDiann  unb  SWau^  fte  fmb  jerftoben; 
®ie  tDitbe  SEBoge  treibt  jum  ©tranb, 

2^rei6t  Jrilmnter  unb  Seid^en  treu  jum  ^afen. 
©IfldffeKger  S^roumer!  bu  ^aft  ?anb, 

9lun  fannjl  bu  fftg  nac^  ©tilrmcn  fc^tafen. 


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W.    W.    8KEAT.  369 

THE  SEAMAN'S  DREAM. 
Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


xoam  crests  the  waves,  the  storm-cloud  lowers, 

Athwart  dark  skies  the  lightning  gleams; 
Yet,   stretched  on  deck  'mid  spray  and  showers, 

An  aged  seaman  nods  and  dreams. 
Tho'  wildly  round  the  waters  swell, 

Tho*  to  and  fro  the  vessel  rocks, 
A  dream  with  sweet  alluring  spell, 

Too  bright  for  truth,  his  vision  mocks. 

He  marks,  from  out  the  foaming  seas, 

An  island  rise,  with  verdure  crowned; 
From  flowery  groves  sweet  melodies 

Burst  forth  with  soul-entrancing  sound. 
**Behold",  he  cries,  ''the  happy  shore  I 

Our  port,  our  long-wished  haven  see ! 
At  length  comes  rest;  wild  storms  no  more 

Shall  rage,  and  sweet  my  sleep  shall  be !'' 

Thro'  night's  thick  gloom  a  lightning^flash, 

God's  flaming  dart,  shoots  down  from  heaven; 
'Mid  anguished  cries,  with  deafening  crash. 

The  gallant  ship  in  twain  is  riven. 
Black  spars  and  corpses  high  on  shore 

Are  scattered  by  the  rolling  sea  — 
Thy  port  is  gained,  storms  rage  no  more: 

Fond  dreamer,  sweet  thy  sleep  shall  be! 

GoLi>8CHMix>T ,  German  Poetry.  24 


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370  Slbalfcert  »on  S^omiffo. 

gctorcn  1781 ;  jcflerbcn  1833. 


1. 

(SlauV  id^  iUnt)  ju  fcln. 
33So  id^  l^tn  nut  bKdc, 
(Sel^*  id^  il^n  oHein. 
SS^ie  in  tt)a(^em  Xraume 
(Sd^tocbt  fctn  SSift)  mir  t>or, 
Jouii^t  au«  tiefflcm  S)unfd 
fetter  nut  cm\)or. 

©onji  ijl  tid^  unb  farfttod 
aile«  urn  mid^  ^r, 

iKSd^tc  Itebcr  tocincn 
©tilt  im  tammcrtcin; 
®ctt  td^  i^n  gefcl^cn, 
®kub'  id^  Btintj  jn  fetn 

2. 

gr  t)cr  l^crrttd^jlc  t)on  oBcn, 
Sic  fo  milbe,  toic  fo  gut! 
$ott)c  Sii^l^en,  !ktc«  ^lugc, 
^eHcn  ©inn  unb  fejicn  SDtat^. 


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Sk.    ALFBED    BASKEBTILI.E.  S71 


WOMAN'S  LOVE  AND  LIFE. 

Translated  by  Dr.  Alfred  Baskerville. 


1. 
Since  mine  eyes  beheld  him, 

Blind  I  seem  to  be : 
Wheresoe'er  they  wander, 

Him  alone  they  see. 
Round  me  glows  his  image, 

In  a  waking  dream. 
From  the  darkness  rising, 

Brighter  doth  it  beam. 

All  is  drear  and  gloomy 

That  around  me  lies, 
Now  my  sisters'  pastimes 

I  no  longer  prize ; 
In  my  chamber  rather 

"Would  I  weep  alone ; 
Since  mine  eyes  beheld  him, 

Blind  methinks  Tm  grown. 

2. 

He,  the  best  of  all,  the  noblest, 
O  how  gentle !   O  how  kind ! 

Lips  of  sweetness,   eyes  of  brightness, 
Steadfast  courage,  lucid  mind  ! 

24* 


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372  Slbalbcrt  ton  C^miffo. 

®o  tDtc  t)ort  in  Uantx  liefe, 
$ett  unt)  l^erriic^,  icncr  ©tern, 
8Hfo  cr  an  mcincm  ^innncl 
$ctt  unt)  l^crriid^,  l^oc^  unt)  fern. 

SaSanMe,  toanbic  bcinc  Sal^ncn; 
3lnx  itixaifttn  bcincn  ©c^ein; 
S'iur  in  ®cmut^  i^n  bctrad^tcn, 
©dig  nut  unt)  traurig  fein. 

$6re  ni(^t  mctn  fHOe*  ®ctcn, 
©cincm  ©Ifldc  nur  gmeil^t; 
Darffl  mtc^,  nicbrc  SKogt),  ntd^t  Icnncn, 
^ol^cr  ©tern  t)cr  ^errKd^fctt! 

9iur  tie  SBilrbigfie  t)on  alien 
©ott  Bcgaden  brine  ©a^l, 
Unt)  id^  totH  tie  ^ol^c  fcgnen, 
©egnen  »ie(e  taufcnt  2KaI. 

SBiU  mid^  freuen  tann  unb  toeinen, 
©elig,  felig  tin  id^  bann, 
©oHtc  mir  ba«  $erj  aud^  ired^en, 
S5ri(^,  0  $crj,  toa«  licgt  baran! 


^  fanned  nid^t  faffen,  nid^t  glouben, 
(g«  l^at  ein  Jraum  mic^  beriidft; 
aaSic  ^5tt*  er  bod^  unter  aHen 
mi^  3(rme  erl^S^t  unb  (egmdCt? 


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Db.    AlFBED   BA8K£ByiLL£.  373 

As  on  high,  in  Heaven's  azure, 

Bright  and  splendid,  beams  yon  star, 

Thus  he  in  my  heaven  beameth. 
Bright  and  splendid,  high  and  far. 

Wander,  wander  where  thou  listest: 

I  will  gaze  but  on  thy  beam, 
With  humility  behold  it, 

In  a  sad,  yet  blissful  dream. 

Hear  me  not  thy  bliss  imploring 

With  prayer's  silent  eloquence! 
Know  me  not,  a  lowly  maiden, 

Star  of  proud  magnificence ! 

May  thy  choice  be  rendered  happy 

By  the  worthiest  alone  I 
And  ril  call  a  thousand  blessings 

Down  on  her  exalted  throne. 

Then  Til  weep  with  tears  of  gladness, 

Happy,  happy  then  my  lot! 
If  my  heart  should  rive  asunder. 

Break,  O  heart,  it  matters  not! 


Is  it  true?  O,  I  cannot  believe  it, 
A  dream  doth  my  senses  enthrall; 

O  can  he  have  made  me  so  happy, 
And  exalted  me  thus  above  all? 


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374  Hbal^ert  )>on  (S^omiffo. 

Wlix  toax%  tx  ]^a6e  gefj)ro(!^u: 
„^il  bin  auf  etoig  bcm".  — 
SKir  mar*«  —  i(i^  traumc  nod^  tmmer, 
Sd  fann  j|a  ntmmcr  fo  fein. 

£)  lag  tm  Xxavaxic  mt(!^  flerben, 
®c»ieget  an  fciner  93rujl, 
I)en  feligjlen  2ob  mid^  fd^lilrfcn 
3n  I^rSncn  unenbKd^er  Sujl. 

4. 

^Ift  nrir,  i^r  ©d^toc^etn, 

gteunbt^  mici^  fd^mMcn, 

^itnt  t/tx  @tii(fU(J^en  l^ute  mtr. 

aajtnbct  gef(i^5fttg 

9Wtt  urn  t)te  ©time 

^06^  t)cr  Mil^cnt)cn  aW^rte  3icr. 

ate  id^  bcfriebigt. 
grcubtge«  §crjen«, 
®cm  OeUcbtcn  im  airute  tag, 
-Smmer  nod^  ricf  er, 
Scl^ttfttd^  im  ^etjcn, 
Unge^ufoig  ten  l^eutigen  Za^. 

§clft  mir,  il^r  ®d^»cfient, 

^elft  mir  ijerfd^cud^en 

©ne  tl^orid^te  Sangigfcit! 

^ag  id^  mit  florem 

Slug'  il^n  empfangc, 

3l^n,  t)ic  OucHe  bcr  tjvcubigfeit. 


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db.  alfbeb  baskebyille.  375 

Meseems  as  if  he  had  spoken, 

1  am  thine,  ever  iaitiiful  and  true!** 

Meseems  —  O  still  am  I  dreaming, 
It  cannot,  it  cannot  be  true! 

O  fain  would  I,  rocked  on  his  bosom, 

In  the  sleep  of  eternity  lie. 
That  death  were  indeed  the  most  blissful, 

In  the  rapture  of  weeping  to  die. 


Help  me,  ye  sisters. 

Kindly  to  deck  me, 
Me,   O  the  happy  one,  aid  me  this  morn! 

Let  the  light  finger       • 

Twine  the  sweiet  myrtle's 
Blossoming  garland,  my  brow  to  adorn  I 

As  on  the  bosom 

Of  my  beloved  one, 
Wrapt  in  the  bliss  of  contentment,  I  lay. 

He,  with  soft  longing 

In  his  heart  thrilling, 
Ever  impatiently  sighed  for  to-day. 

Aid  me,  ye  sisters, 

Aid  me  to  banish 
Foolish  anxieties,  timid,  and  coy. 

That  I  with  sparkling 

Eye  may  receive  him, 
Him  the  bright  fountain  of  rapture  and  joy. 


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376  tll?at6ert  toon  (S^miffo. 

95ifl,  mcin  ®cKc6tcr, 

!Du  mir  crf(!^icncn 

®t6ji  t)U,  Sonne,  mir  bcincn  ®(!^cin? 

Sag  mid^  in  Slttt)a(i^t, 

Sag  mi(i^  in  ^emut^ 

SWid^  ccrncigcn  t)Cttt  ^crrcn  mcin. 

©trenet  il^m,  ®(^»cjlern, 

©trcnet  i^m  93Inmen, 

Sringt  il^m  fno«^)ent)C  3iofcn  bar; 

Jlbcr  cnd^,  ©d^toejlem, 

@rftg'  i(^  mit  SBc^mut^, 

iJrentjig  fd^cibent)  a\x^  eurcr  (Bifaax, 


©ilger  grcunt),  bn  tU&fi 
2Ri(^  t>crtonnbert  an ; 
Sannfi  e«  ni(i^t  bcgrcifcn, 
2Bie  iii  n>einen  fonn! 
Sag  bcr  feud^en  ^crlcn 
Ungctool^nte  Qitx 
greubcnl^tt  crjittcm 
3n  ben  933imj)em  mir. 

SBie  fo  bang  mcin  S3ufcn, 
aCie  fo  tDonnet>ott! 
935ilgt'  id^  nur  mlt  Sorten 
Sie  id^'8  jagcn  fott! 


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db.  alfbed  baskerville.  377 

Do  I  behold  thee, 

Thee,  my  beloved  one, 
Dost  thou,  O  sun,   shed  thy  beams  upon  me? 

Let  me  devoutly. 

Let  me  in  meekness 
Bend  to  my  lord  and  my  master  the  knee  I 

Strew,  ye  fair  sisters, 

Flowers  before  him, 
Cast  budding  roses  around  at  his  feet  I 

Joyfully  quitting 

Now  your  bright  circle. 
You,  lovely  sisters,  with  sadness  I  greet. 

5. 

Dearest  friend,  thou  lookest 

On  me  with  surprise, 
Dost  thou  wonder,  wherefore 

Tears  suffuse  mine  eyes? 
Let  the  dewy  pearl-drops 

Like  rare  gems  appear, 
Trembling,  bright  with  gladness, 

In  their  crystal  sphere. 

With  what  anxious  raptvres 

Doth  my  bosom  swell! 
O  had  I  but  language 

What  I  feel  to  tell ! 


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378  9[ba(6crt  t>en  (S^omiffo. 

^omm  unt)  tirg  tern  2farttit 
$icr  an  meiticr  SSruft; 
aSBitt  in*«  D^r  t)ir  pftcrn 
aHe  mcinc  Sujt. 

aSScigt  t)U  nun  tie  Zi^xantn, 
Die  id^  toeinen  fann, 
©ollft  t)u  nid^t  fie  fel^cn, 
35u  gcUebter  SKann; 
99tei6  an  meinem  ^erjen, 
gft^Ie  teffen  ©d^tag, 
35a6  id^  fefl  unt)  fejler 
9Jur  t?id^  Drftdten  mag. 

$ier  an  meinem  SSette 
$at  t)te  SBiege  9Iaum, 
933o  fte  ftitt  ijerberge 
STOeinen  l^oteen  SEraum; 
Sommen  toirt)  ber  9Korgcn, 
SBo  t>et  Jraum  ertoad^t, 
Unt)  t)arau«  t«in  ©iltnig 
5Kir  entgcgcnlod^t. 

6. 

Hn  meinem  §erjen,  an  mciner  Srufi, 

35u  mcine  SSBonne,  t)u  meine  8ujl! 

Da«  ®mdf  ifl  bie  8ic6e,  t)ie  8ieb*  tjt  t)a«  ®m. 

3(!^  ]^(*'  e«  gefagt  unt)  nc^m*«  nid^  jurftdt. 

$ab*  iibergUldHid^  mtd^  gefd^t, 

Sin  ilbcrglMid^  afcer  je^t. 


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Da.    ALFRED    BA8KERVILLE.  379 

Come  and  hide  thy  face,   love, 

Here  upon  my  breast, 
In  thine  ear  Til  whisper 

Why  I  am  so  blest. 

Now  the  tears  thou  knowest 

Which  my  joy  confessed, 
Thou  shalt  not  behold  them, 

Thou,   my  dearest,  best; 
Linger  on  my  bosom, 

Feel  its  throbbing  tide. 
Let  me  press  thee  firmly. 

Firmly  to  my  side ! 

Here  may  rest  the  cradle, 

Close  my  couch  beside. 
Where  it  may  in  silence 

My  sweet  vision  hide; 
Soon  will  come  the  morning. 

When  my  dream  will  wake, 
And  thy  smiling  image 

Will  to  life  awake. 

6. 

Upon  my  heart,  and  upon  my  breast. 

Thou  joy  o    all  joys,  my  sweetest,  best! 

Bliss,  thou  art  love,  O  love,  thou  art  bliss, 
Tve  said  it,  and  seal  it  here  with  a  kiss. 

I  thought  no  happiness  mine. could  exceed. 
But  now  I  am  happy,   O  happy  indeed  I 


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380  ^balbert  t>on  (S^miffo. 

3lnx  t)ic  ba  fiugt,  nur  t>ic  ba  UcBt 
Da«  5Knt),  bem  fie  t>ie  Siol^rung  giebt. 
Slur  cine  Wbitttx  »etg  aHein, 
933a«  Keben  ]^i§t  unt)  gtildtid^  fein. 
'   .     D  »ie  bebaur*  id^  t)0(i^  ben  SDtann, 
Der  aWutterglflrf  ni(i^t  fill^Ien  fannl 
Du  fc^aujl  ntic^  an  unb  tac^elfi  baju, 
®u  Keber,  Itefcer  Sngel  bu! 
%n  metnem  ^erjen,  an  meiner  33rujl, 
"®u  meine  SBonne,  bu  meine  ?ujl. 

7. 

9lun  l^aft  bu  mir  ben  erften  ©(i^merj  getl^an, 

.  Der  aber  traf. 
!Du  fc^IafP,  bu  l^arter,  unbarml^erj'aer  SKann, 
Den  Sobe«f(i^taf. 

S«  Midet  bie  S5erlaf(ene  »or  ft(i^  l^in, 

S)ic  2BeIt  tfl  (eer. 
©eliebet  l^ab'  id^  unb  geleSt,  id^  bin 

9?id^t  lebenb  me^r. 

3(^  jie^'  mid^  in  mein  3nn're«  jlitt  jurildf, 

S)er  ©c^teier  foBt; 
Da  l^ab'  id^  bid^  unb  mein  bergangne^  ®i&d, 

Du  meine  Selt. 

8. 

Jraum  ber  eignen  Jage, 
Die  nun  feme  pnb, 


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Dr.    ALFKED    BA8KEKV1LLE.  381 

She  only,   who  to  her  bosom  hath  pressed 

The  babe  who  drinketh  life  at  her  breast; 
Tis  only  a  mother  the  joys  can  know 

Of  love,  and  real  happiness  here  below. 
How  I  pity  man,  whose  bosom  reveals  ■ 

No  joy  like  that  which  a  mother  feels! 
Thou  look'st  on  me,  with  a  smile  on  thy  brow, 

Thou  dear,  dear  little  angel,  thou! 
Upon  my  heart,  and  upon  my  breast, 

Thou  joy  of  all  joys,  my  sweetest,  best! 

7. 

Ah !   thy  first  wound  hast  thou  inflicted  now. 

But  Oh!  how  deep! 
Hard-hearted  cruel  man,  now  sleepest  thou 

Death's  long,  long  sleep. 

I  gaze  upon  the  void  in  silent  grief, 

The  world  is  drear, 
I've  lived  and  loved,  but  now  the  verdant  leaf 

Of  life  is  sere. 

I  will  retire  within  my  soul's  recess, 

The  veil  shall  fall; 
I'll  live  with  thee  and  my  past  happiness, 

O  thou  my  all ! 

8- 
Dream  of  days  now  distant. 
Which  on  me  have  smiled; 


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382  Stbalbcrt  toon  (S^miffo. 

Sod^ter  mdncr  Zo6^ttx, 
S)u  mcin  fiifee^  ^inb, 
9?imm,  ba>or  t)ic  9Rttte 
S)c(ft  t)a«  Setc^ntud^, 
Siimm  in'«  ftifd^c  ?ekn 
SWeincn  ©egen^fprud^. 

©icl^fi  mid^  grau  »on  ipaarcit, 

Sin,  toic  tu,  getoefen 
^ung  unb  toonnereic^; 
?icbte  toie  t)U  licbtcjl, 
93Sart>,  ti)ie  t)U,  aud^  SSraut, 
UnD  oud^  tu  tisirfl  oltcrn, 
®o  »ie  \6^  crgraut. 

Safe  t>ie  3ett  im  gtuge 
933ant?e(n  fort  unt)  fort, 
9iur  beflanbig  toal^re 
S)eme«  Sufcn«  $ort; 
§ab'  i(i^*«  cinjl  gef^)ro(l^n, 
9?e]^m*  i(i^'«  ni(i^t  juriltf : 
@IM  tjt  nur  t)ie  8iek, 
8icbe  nur  t|i  ®Iilcf. 

ate  id^,  t)cn  t(^  liefcte, 
3fn  t)a«  ®rab  gclcgt, 
$ab'  td^  ntetne  ?ic6c 
itreu'tn  mir  gclcgt; 


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Db.    ALFRED    BASKEBVi: 

Daughter  of  my  daughtc 
Thou,  my  dearest  child, 
Ere  these  weary  membe 
Rest  upon  the  bier, 
Take  my  blessing  with 
On  thy  young  career. 

Now  thou  seest  me  hoa 
Worn,  and  wan,  and  pj 
But  I've  been  as  thou  a 
Lovely,  young,  and  hal< 
Loved,  as  thou  now  loi? 
Was  a  bride,  as  thou ; 
Thou,  too,  wilt  grow  ol 
Grey,   as  I  am  now. 

Let  time  ever  onwards. 
Onwards  ever  sweep, 
But  thy  bosom's  treasuri 
In  thy  bosom  keep. 
Once  have  I  confessed  i 
And  again  I  own. 
Bliss  is  only  love,  and 
Love  is  bliss  alone. 

When  the  grave  receivec 
Over  whom  I  wept, 
Faithful  in  my  bosom 
E'er  my  love  I  kept. 


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384  ^[balkrt  t>on  (S^miffo. 

Wat  xmn  $er}  gebrcd^, 
SSIiefc  mtr  fcfl  t>cr  SKutl^, 
UnD  t>c«  altera  afd^ 

Siimm,  fcei}or  t)ie  5Wtoc 
!£)e(ft  tad  Setd^entttd^, 
Siimm  m*«  frif(i^  Scben 
SWcincn  ©C8cn«f^)ru(l^ : 
5Ktt6  t>a«  $crj  bit  ireti^cn, 
Steibe  fcfi  bctn  mnH); 
@et  t>cr  ©(i^metj  Der  Sicbc 
©aim  t>em  ^6^jie«  ®ut! 


^HlUtt  Hon  e^amiffo. 


Unb  \iiMk  mcin  greifcd  ^am)t! 
35ic  lang  id^  Dergcffcn  gegtaubt? 

i^od^  ragt  att«  f(!^att*gcn  ©el^cgcn 
Sin  fd^immcmbcd  ©d^tog  l^cnjor, 
3fc^  fcnnc  Wc  2^ftrmc,  t)ie  3^^^^^. 
®ie  jtcincme  SJrftdc,  t)a«  ^ex. 


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D»-  ALFRED    BASKERYILLE.  385 

Though  my  heart  was  broken, 
Faith  did  not  expire, 
Still  in  Age's  embers 
Glows  the  sacred  fire. 

Ere  these  weary  members 
Rest  upon  the  bier, 
Take  my  blessing  with  thee 
On  thy  young  career. 
Must  thy  heart  be  broken, 
Let  not  courage  flee ; 
Be  the  pain  of  love  then 
All  in  all  to  thee. 


CHATEAU  BONCOURT. 
Translated  by  ^^G.  E.  H." 

Sadly  I  shake  my  hoary  head, 
And  muse  upon  the  days  of  yore, 

Images  I  thought  long  dead. 

Must  ye  haunt  me  thus  once  more? 

O'er  woods  and  blossoming  hedges 

A  castle  rises  on  high; 
I  see  its  glittering  turrets, 

And  pas9  them  wath  a  sigh. 

OoLdschmidt,  German  Poetry.  25 


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386  ^eiihm  non  (S^miffo. 

&  \i^cmn  t>em  9Ba)>)>enf(^tt)e 

d<^  Sriige  bte  aben  Setonnten 
UnD  etle  ben  $urg]^of  l^inan. 

Dort  licflt  bie  ®i)^nj  am  ©nmnen, 
35ort  grilnt  bet  gciflenSaum, 
Dort  ^nt^  btcfctt  gcnjlem 
Scrtraumf  td^  ben  ctften  Iraum. 

dd^  tret'  in  bte  93nrgfa)>eae 
Unb  fudjfe  be«  SC^nl^emi  ®ra6, 
!Dort  ifl'«,  bort  ^ngt  »om  ^feiter 
Da«  atte  Oetoaffcn  ^era6. 

Siod^  Icfen  umflort  bie  Jlugcn 
®ie  3^9^  ^^  3nf(!^rift  n^t, 
Sie  ]^n  burd^  bie  fcunten  S^iben 
^a9  Sid^t  borftber  aud^  brid^t. 

@o  jte^fl  bu,  0  @d^og  metner  Sater, 
9Rtr  tren  unb  fefl  in  bent  (Sinn, 
Unb  btfl  t>on  ber  @rbe  t)erfd^n>ttnbair, 
©cr  ^flug  ge^t  ftfcer  bid^  l^in. 

Set  fntd^tfcar,  o  t^^curer  Soben, 
3(!^  fegne  bid^  ntt(b  unb  gerill^rt. 
Unb  fegn'  il^n  j^iefad^,  toet  iwmer     . 
!iDen  $f(ug  nun  Uber  )>id^  fj^ftt. 


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AlfONYMOUS.  387 

I  know  the  ancient  gateway, 

The  lions  towering  above, 
And  a  mournful  smile  flits  o'er  me, 

As  I  think  of  my  youth,  my  love. 

The  Sphinx  lies  by  the  fountain^ 

The  summer-air  is  mild, 
The  glorious  trees  are  waving  — 

Here  I  waa  <^ice  a  cihild. 

I  enter  the  grand  old  chapel, 
And  seek  my  forefather's  grave. 

His  arms  hang  from  the  pillar  — 
I  think  of  my  sire  so  brave. 

The  sun  breaks  through  the  coloured  panes, 

Dispels  the  gathering  gloom, 
liiy  eyes,  bedimm'd  with  gushing  tears. 

Light  on  his  marbletomb. 

Thus,  castle  old,  thou  standest 

Fix'd  firmly  in  my  mind  — 
The  ploughshare  now  goes  o'er  thee, 

A  stranger  walks  behind. 

May  ample  harvests  crown  tbee. 
Dear  soil  I  love  so  well; 
♦  Joy  be  with  those  and  blessings, 
Who  on  thy  grounds  now  dweU. 

25* 


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388  3«ffinu8  Werner. 

Sil  abcr  t»tH  auf  miif  raffcn, 
SWcin  ©ottcnfpicl  in  bet  ^anb, 
S)tc  SSBcttcn  bet  Srbc  burci^fci^toctfcn, 
Uttb  fingcn  ton  8anb  ju  ?anb. 


gcboten  1786,  gtflotben  1862. 


JJrcifenb  mit  \>xd  \iibntn  9tcbcn 
ai^rcr  Sonbcr  ffictt^  rnib  Bal^I, 
©agctt  mk  beutf(i^c  gilrflen 
Sinft  JU  333orm«  im  Mferfaal. 

„^rrU(!^,"  f})rad^  ber  giirfl  ton  ©o^fen, 
„3fl  mcin  ?anb  unb  fcinc  Wtaift: 
®tI6cr  l^egcn  feme  Serge 
fBotfi  in  maniftm  tiefen  ©d^ad^t." 

„@el^t  metn  ?anb  in  ilpp'ger  fjillle/* 
©prcwi^  ber  ^urfilrjl  bon  bent  ^l^ein, 
„®oIb'ne  ©aaten  in  ben  Sl^atem, 
Sluf  ben  Sergen  eblen  SBein!" 

„@ro§c  ©tSbte,  rei^e  tWjler/' 
Subtoig,  $crr  ju  Saiem,  fprad^, 
„®c^affcn,  ba§  mein  ?anb  ben  euren 
SBo^I  ni(^t  fie^t  an  @d^%n  nad^." 


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LADY    JOHN   MANNERS.  389 

I  rise  in  earnest  prayer  — 

My  harp  is  in  my  hand  — 
Far,_  far  off  will  I  wander, 

And  sing  in  many  a  land. 


THE  RICHEST  PRINCE. 

Translated  by  Lady  John  Manners. 

In  the  Hall  at  Worms  were  sitting 
('Tis  a  tale  of  bygone  days) 

Many  noble  German  princes  — 
Each  his  own  domains  did  praise. 

Spake  the  Saxon  Prince  :    "Right  noble 
Is  the  country  I  call  mine ; 

In  the  caverns  of  its  mountains 
Ores  of  precious  silver  shine." 

*^See  my  country's  rich  abundance," 
Spake  the  Palsgrave  of  the  Rhine ; 

"Golden  harvests  bear  the  valleys. 
And  the  mountains  generous  wine." 

"Stately  cities,  wealthy  cloisters" 

Ludwig  of  Bavaria  cried, 
"Make  my  land  so  rich,  your  countries 

Cannot  rival  it  in  pride." 


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390  Sttflmud  Werner. 

Sbcr^rt),  bcr  mit  bcm  89artc, 
S351lrtemberg«  gelicbtcr  $crr, 
©pra^ :  „5IWem  iant>  l^at  Heme  <BiMt, 
Sroflt  nicj^t  ©crge,  fUbetfd^wer; 

.,S)o(i^  em'^Icinot)  ^It'«  Derborgen: 
®a§  in  aBolbcrn,  nocj^  fo  grog, 
dd^  mem  $au))t  laxvx  WfxAiii  tegen 
3et>em  Untert^an  in  ©cj^oog." 

Unt)  e«  rief  ber  $err  ©on  ©ftd^cn, 
S)er  ton  Saiern,  ber  Dom  9l^in: 
„®xa\  xm  93att,  3^r  feit>  bcr  aiei^jlc, 
(£uer  8anb  trSgt  Sbelfiein." 


Idle  per0ett5e  2Bfttme. 

gebown  1789,  fltfiorben  1866. 


i^offe!  t)U  eriebfl  e«  no(i^, 
S)ag  bcr  gtii^Kttg  tt>iebcr!el^rt. 
$offen  allc  955umc  bod^. 
Die  bc«  ^erbjle«  SBinb  Dcrl^ecrt, 
$offett  mit  ber  jiiHctt  ^aft 
Sl^rer  ^o^pcn  tointcrlang, 
Si«  flcj^  toieber  rcgt  ber  ©aft; 
Unb  eitt  ncucS  ®rftn  erttfprang.  - 


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LADY    JOHN   MANNEB8. 

\Vurtemberg*8  beloTcd  master, 

Bearded  Ebethardt,  replies, 
*'But  small  towns  can  boast  my  country, 

In  its  caves  no  silver  lies." 

''Yet  a  jewel  there  is  hidden: 

I  can  boldly  la^^  my  head 
On  the  lap  of  every  subject 

In  its  woods,  nor  treason  dread." 

Then  the  Saxon  Prince,  the  Palsgrave, 

And  Bavarians  ruler,  cried, 
''Count,  thy  land  is  far  the  richest. 

Precious  gems  thy  forests  hide." 


THE  DYING  FLOWER. 

Translated  by  Professor  Blackie. 


391 


Have  hope,    why  shouldst  thou  not?  —  the  trees 

Have  hope  and  not  in  vain, 
Stripped  by  the  rough  unfriendly  breeze. 

That  spring  ^hall  come  again; 
Thou  too,  within  whose  secret  bud 

A  life  hath  lutked  unseen, 
Shalt  wait  till  spring  revive  thy  blood. 

And  renovate  thy  green." 


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392  griebru^  mdtxt, 

„%il,  i6)  6in  fein  jtartcr  Saum, 
Der  ein  ©ommertaufenb  itht, 
yiaif  t)ertraumtem  SIBintertraum 
Sleuc  Scnjgcbid^te  toebt! 
a[(!^,  ii^  6tn  bic  Slumc  nur, 
Die  t)e«  5IWaie«  ^§  gctocrft, 
Unt)  ton  ber  nid^t  Meibt  bie  ©pur, 
aBenn  ba«  t»ci§c  ®rab  pc  bcdt!"  — 

335cnn  bu  benn  bie  99(ume  bijl, 
D  bcf(i^cibene«  ©cmiltl^, 
IrSfic  bid^,  befd^icbcn  ift 
©amen  aUem,  tt)a«  ba  fclul^t. 
ia%  ben  Sturm  be«  Iobc«  boc^ 
©einen  Seben3flau6  t)erftreu*n; 
2lu«  bem  ®taube  toirft  bu  nod^ 
^unbcrtmal  bid^  fel6ft  emeu'n.  — 

„3a,  e«  toerben  nad^  mir  U^'n 
Hnbre,  bie  mir  al^nlid^  finb, 
ffitoig  ifl  bag  ganje  ©run, 
5Wur  ba«  ffiinjge  njefft  gefd^toinb.' 
aber,  finb  fte,  toa^  iif  war, 
S3in  id^  fetter  c«  nid^t  mel^r; 
3e§t  nur  bin  id^  ganj  unb  gar, 
%id^t  }Ut}or  unb  nid^t  nod^^er. 

,,933enn  einfi  fte  ber  Sonne  Slid 
SBarmt,  ber  ie^jt  nod^  mid^  burd^flammt, 
Sinbert  bag  nid^t  mein  ©efd^idf, 
Dag  mid^  nun  jur  9?ad^t  oerbammt. 


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FBOF£SSOB   BLACKIE.  393 

— "Alas!  no  stately  tree  am  I, 

No  oak,  no  forest  king, 
Whose  dreams  of  winter  prophesy 

A  speedy  day  of  spring. 
A  daughter  of  an  humble  race, 

A  flower  of  yearly  blow, 
Of  what  I  was  remains  no  trace. 

Beneath  my  tomb  of  snow.'* 

— '^And  if  thou  wert  the  frailest  reed. 

The  weakest  herb  that  grows, 
Thou  needst  not  fear;  God  gave  a  seed 

To  everything  that  blows. 
Although  the  winter's  stormy  strife 

A  thousand  times  bestrew 
The  sod  with  thee,  thou  canst  thy  life 

A  thousand  times  renew." 

— ''Yes,  thousands  after  me  will  blow 

As  fair  —  more  fair  than  I; 
No  end* can  earth's  green  virtue  know. 

But  each  green  thing  must  die. 
Though  they  shall  share  in  mine,   no  share 

In  their  life  waits  for  me, 
Myself  have  changed  — *  the  things  that  were, 

Are  not,  nor  more  may  be. 

''And  when  the  sun  shall  shine  on  them. 

That  shines  on  me  so  bright, 
What  boots  their  coloured  diadem. 

To  me  sunk  deep  in  night? 


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S94  griebri^  mdtxt. 

Sonne,  ja  tu  Sugclft  f(i^on 
Sl^nen  in  t)ic  gcmcn  ju; 
aSJarum  no(i^  mtt  frofl'gcm  $o^tt 
aRir  au«  aSolfcn  IS^dfi^u? 


'  mtr,  bag  i^  bit  toertraut, 
Site  mi^  toaii  gelttgt  bein  Stral^; 
Dag  in'«  aiug'  iii  bit  gef^aut, 
35i3  c«  mir  ba«  Scben  fla^t! 
Diefc«  8cben«  armcn  ^cft 
©eincttt  SWitlcib  ju  cntjic^n, 
©d^Uegen  mitt  id^  franf^aft  fcfl 
SWid^  in  mid^,  unb  bit  cntflicl^n! 

„S)od^  bu  fd^meljefi  meine^  ©rirnm^ 
©tarred  Si3  in  2:i^r5tten  anf; 
9limm  mcin  flicl^enb  Sebcn,  nimm'^ 
Stoigc,  JU  bit  ^inauf! 
9a/  bu  fonncft  nod^  ben  ®ram 
2lu«  bcr  @ecle  mir  juteljt; 
?[ne«,  n)a«  t)on  bit  mir  lam,  ' 
©terfcenb  bahf  xii  c«  bit  Jcfet: 

„aHer  Sftfte  SKorgcnjug, 
S)em  i(i^  fommeriang  getebt, 
aHer  S^mettetlinge  glug, 
3)ie  um  mid^  im  lanj  gefd^tocfct; 
3lugen,  bic  mcin  ®fanj  crfrifd^t, 
^rjen,  bie  mcin  a)uft  ctfreut; 
aBic  au«  Duft  unb  ®(anj  gcmifci^t 
S)u  mi(i^  Wufjl,  bir  ban!'  id^3  l^ent'. 


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FBOFESSOB    BLACKIE.  $95 

Thou  sun,  whose  cold  and  frosty  smile 

Mocks  at  my  honours  brief, 
Seemst  thou  not  beckoning  the  while 

A  future  summer* s  chief? 

**AlasI  why  did  my  leaves  incline 

Unto  thy  faithless  ray? 
For  while  mine  eye  looked  into  thine, 

Thou  filchd  my  life  away. 
Thou  shalt  not  triumph  o'er  my  death, 

My  parting  leaves  I  close 
Upon  myself  —  receive  my  breath 

Not  thou  that  caused  my  woes! 

— ^**Yet  dost  thou  melt  my  pride  away, 

Change  into  tears  my  stone!  — 
Receive  my  fleet  life  of  a  day, 

Thou  endless  one  alone ! 
Yes!  thou  hast  made  my  pride  to  pass, 

Mine  ire  hast  sunn'd  away. 
All  that  I  am^  all  that  I  was, 

I  owe  it  to  thy  ray. 

^Each  zephyr  of  each  balmy  morn 

That  made  me  breathe  perfume, 
Each  sportive  moth  on  bright  wing  borne 

That  danced  around  my  bloom, 
Each  shining  eye  that  brighter  shone 

My  magic  hues  to  see ; 
These  purest  joys  I  owe  alone, 

Eternal  One,  to  thee ! 


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396  %mtn6f  mdttt. 

k  „®ine  3i^c  bcincr  SBcIt, 

SBenn  aud^  einc  Wcinc  nur, 
Stegefi  t)u  mi(i^  6Iii^n  im  geO), 
aaSie  t)ie  Stem'  auf  ^6^'rer  glut, 
©men  Obcm  ^aud^'  id^  nod^, 
Unt)  er  foil  fcin  ©cufjer  fcin; 
ffiinen  Slid  jum  $tmme(  ^od^ 
Unt)  jur  fti^Bncn  Sclt  l^incin. 

„6n)'gc«  glammcnl^erj  ber  ffictt, 
Sag  t)crgKmmen  mid^  an  bir! 
§immd,  f^)ann'  bcin  blane«  ^dt, 
3Wein  tetgriintcg  ftnfet  l^ier. 
$ell,  0  grill^Iing,  beinem  ©d^cin! 
3WorgcnIttft,  C^ctl  bcincm  ffic^n! 
D^nc  Summer  fd^laf  Of  tin, 
Dl^ne  Cjoffnung,  anfjuftcl^n. 


„®ettn  k  ipilTfl  im  SKenfc^ett^ersen/* 
9nebri(4  SROtfert 

HJenn  bu  toiHji  im  SWenfd^enl^crjcn 
2l(Ie  Saiten  rill^ren  an, 
©timme  bu  ben  Son  ber  ©d^^icrscn, 
3tid^t  ben  flang  ber  greuben  an. 
SKand^er  ijl  )a>o^,  ber  erfal^ren 
§at  auf  Srben  feine  8ujl; 
fteiner,  ber  nid^t  flitlbetoa^ren 
aSSirb  ein  Se^  in  feiner  93ru{l. 


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PROFESSOB    BLA.CKIE.  397 


# 


"As  with  thy  stars  thou  didst  begirth 

The  never  fading  blue, 
So  didst  thou  gem  thy  green  of  earth 

With  bright  flowers  ever  new. 
One  breath  I  have  not  drawn  in  vain 

For  thee  —  be  it  no  sigh  1 
One  look  I  have  for  earth's  fair  plain. 

One  for  the  welkin  high. 

"Thou  world's  warm-glowing  heart,  be  spent 

My  life's  last  pulse  on  thee ! 
Receive  me,  heaven's  bright  azure  tent, 

My  green  tent  breaks  with  me. 
Hail!  to  thee,  Spring,  in  glory  bright! 

Mom  with  thy  thousand  dyes! 
Without  regret  I  sink  in  night, 

Though  without. hope  to  rise.*' 


TO  THE  MINSTREL. 

Translated  by  the  Rev.  W.  W.  Skeat. 


W ouldst  thou  seek,  within  man's  heart 

To  strike  each  secret  string? 
To  thy  song  sad  tones  impart,      ♦ 

Not  strains  of  gladness  sing. 
Many  a  man  hath  lived  on  earth 

Whom  joy  hath  seldom  blessed; 
None,  but  bears,  from  earliest  birth, 

Some  grief  within  his  breast. 


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398  ^U0uft  (Sraf  t>on  platen. 

^lugufl  ®uf  9in  platen 

geboren  1796,  gcjloibcn  1835. 


lUic  tafft'  id^  mid^  auf  in  ber  9ta<^t,  in  tJer  ytai^t, 

Unt)  fiil^lte  mid^  ftirber  gejogen! 

Die  ®af(en  t)crlic|  id^,  com  SSBftcJ^ter  ktpad^t, 

Durti^toanbelte  fad^t 

3n  ber  5Rad^t,  in  bcr  9iad^t 

!Da«  Sl^or  mit  bem  gotl^ifd^cn  Sogcn. 

Der  aWil^ttad^  raufd^t^  burd^  felftgcn  @(i^t, 

Sd^  le^ntc  mii)  ftber  bie  ©rfide; 

Sief  ttnter  mix  mi)m  iif  ber  aSSogcn  in.  Sld^t, 

Die  toafltcn  fo  fad^t 

3n  bet  5Rad^t,  in  ber  5Rad^t, 

!£)od^  ti^allte  nid^t  eine  jurttdCe. 

ffi«  brel^te  ftd^  oben,  unjS^Iig  cnifad^t, 

5IWe(obifd^er  SBanbel  ber  ®Uxnt, 

SWit  il^nen  ber  SWenb  in  bentl^igter  ^vaift, 

@ie  fitnfelten  fad^t 

3n  ber  ^laift,  in  ber  9iad^t 

iEurd^  kttfd^b  entlegenc  gemc. 

Sif  blid^  l^inauf  in  ber  Slad^t,  in  ber  "Slaift, 

3d^  fclidtte  l^inunter  anf«  9tene: 

O  toe^e,  toie  l^aji  bn  bie  SCage  t?crirad^t, 

9flun  jlitte  bn  fad^t 

3n  ber  Stod^t,  in  ber  Jlad^t 

3m  pod^enbcn  ^erjen  bie  JRene! 


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BICHAKD    GABNETT.  399 

IN  THE  NIGHT. 

Translated  by  Bicha?d  Garnett. 


Mow  started  I  up  in  the  night,  in  the  night, 

A  moody  dissatisfied  mortal ! 
The  street  left  behind  me,  the  watch  and  his  light, 
Went  through  in  my  flight, 
In  the  night,  in  the  night. 

The  Gothic  old  arch  and  its  portal. 

The  rillet  ran  on,  coming  down  from  the  height, 
I  bent  o*er  the  hand-rail  with  yearning, 

And  watched  the  bright  ripples,  as,  clear  as  the  sight. 

They  fleeted  so  light. 

In  the  night,  in  the  night. 

With  never  a  thought  of  returning. 

Above,  in  the  blue  inaccessible  height, 

The  stars'  multitudinous  spleQdour 
Bum'd  round  the  clear  moon,  that  wi£h  purity  bright 
Made  even  their  light, 
In  the  night,  in  the  night. 

More  chaste  and  more  tranquilly  tender. 

I  looked  up  aloft  to  the  night,  to  the  night. 

And  downward  again  to  the  chasm : 
O  woe!  thou  hast  wasted  the  day  and  its  light, 
And  now  thou  must  flght 
In  the  night,  in  the  night, 

With  grief  and  a  sorrowful  spasm ! 


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400  Slnaflaflu^  @riln. 


Qefecren  1806. 


3ii  fag  auf  cincm  Serge 
(Sax  fern  bem  ^eimat^lanb, 
lief  unter  mix  ^ilgctreil^cn, 
3;^a(griiitbe,  ©aatenlanb! 

3n  flillcn  Xxanmtn  jog  ii^ 
Den  9img  t)om  Singer  ab, 
Den  fte,  cin  ^fanb  ber  Siebe, 
Seim  SebetDol^I  .mir  gab. 

3(3^  ^ielt  il^n  t)or  ba«  2luge, 
9Bie  man  ein  gemrol^r  \^ait, 
Unb  gudte  burd^  ba«  9teif<]^en 
^emieber  auf  bie  SBeft.  . 

gi,  (ufliggrilne  93erge 
Unb  goIbneS  ©aatgefllb, 
3u  fold^m  fd^finen  ^tal^men 
giirtDol^r  ein  fd^6ne3  Silb! 

$ier  fd^mude  ^du^d^en  fd^immemb 
%xt  grilnen  33erge«^ang, 
3)urd^  ©id^etn  unb  ©enfen  btifeenb 
3)ie  reid^e  gta  entlang! 


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ANONYMOUS.  401 


THE  GOLDEN  RING. 


Translated  by  ""S.  S."j  contributed  to  the  Feast  of  the  Poets 
in  'Tait's  Mag."  September  1843. 


An  exile  from  my  native  land, 
I  sat  upon  a  mountain  high; 

Below  me  valleys,  hills,   and  plains, 
Above  me  an  autumnal  sky. 

Then  gentle  thoughts  of  bygone  times 
Came  gushing  up  from  Memory's  spring, 

And  from  my  hand  her  farewell  pledge 
Of  faith  I  took  —  a  golden  ring. 

Like  to  a  telescope  I  raised 

Unto  mine  eyes  that  ring  of  gold, 

And,  looking  down  upon  the  earth, 
Beheld  it  like  a  map  unrolled. 

The  fields  all  rich  with  yellow  com. 
The  groves  of  shaded  green,  I  found  » 

More  beautiful  a  thousand  times. 
When  in  my  golden  circlet  bound. 

And  huts,  "where  poor  men  lie,"  shone  white 
Upon  :  the  hills  of  sloping  green  ; 

And  in  the  sun  the  mowers'  scythes 

Threw  back  a  flickering  silver  sheen. 

O0LD8CHMIDT,  German  Poetry.  26 


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402  2(napaftu«  @nln. 

Unb  toeiter^m  bic  (gbnc, 
!Die  ftolj  ber  ®turm  Duv^jie^, 
Unt)  fern  tic  btaucn  Serge, 
®ran}toa(i^ter  t)on  ®ranit. 

Unt)  ©tSbtc  mit  fctanfcn  ^})fdn, 

Unb  frif^e«  aBaibcrgrfln, 

Unb  aSSoffen,  bie  jur  geme, 

SBic  meine  ©e^nfud^t,  jiel^n! 

Die  (Srbe  unb  ben  ^imrael, 
Die  aWenfci^n  unb  i^r  Banb, 
Die«  3lHe«  ^ielt  ate  SRal^en 
SWein  golbncr  SReif  umfpannt. 

O  fd^i^ttc^  aSilb,  ju  fe^en 
aSom  Sting  ber  Sieb'  umfpannt : 
Die  Srbe  unb  ben  Oiiwiw^^^ 
Die  9Rciif(i^en  unb  ^r  ?anb. 


dmanmi  &tiM 

8<bcKn  1S15. 


®  fennfl  bu,  §erj,  bie  beiben  <£d^tt)ejlerengcl, 
^erabgejliegen  au^  bem  §immelrei<3^ : 
©tittfegnenb  grcunbf(!^fttt  mit  bem  Silicnflengd, 
gntjilnbenb  2ie6e  mit  bem.SRofenjtoeig? 


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ANomrMous.  403 

And  high-piled  xodks  of  granite  grey, 

Like  battlements  of  antique  mould, 
Bounded  the  plain  where,  serpent-like, 

A  noble  Tirer  winding  roll'd. 

And  there  were  dark  primeval  woods, 

And  towers,  and  towns,  whence  the  smoke  curl'd 
Unto  the  clouds,   and  seem-'d  to  fly 

Where  I  would  fain,  o'er  half  the  world. 

All  these  were  framed  within  my  ring. 
And  lands^  and  men,  and  sea,   and  skies; 

A  wondrous  halo  round  them  thrown  — 
I  gazed  on  them  with  wondering  eyes. 

And  thence  I  learned :   all  God  hath  made  — 

The  earth  beneath,  the  skies  above. 
And  all  that  breathes  is  beautified. 

When  framed  within  the  Ring  of  Love. 


THE  TWO  ANGELS. 

Translated  by  Lady  John  Manners. 


Know'st  thou,  O  heart!  the  two  fair  sister-angels 
That  have  descended  to  us  from  above : 

Friendship,  with  her  pale  lilies,  peace  bestowing, 
And,  with  her  branch  of  roses,  glowing  Love? 

26* 


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404  (Smanuel  &tiUl 

©d^toatjlotfig  ifl  bic  ?ic6c,  fcurig  glii^cnt), 
©d^iJn  toic  bcr  Scnj,  bcr  l^oftig  fproffen  toitt; 
3)ic  greunbfci^ft  blonb,  in  fanftem  Sarkn  Mfil^cnt, 
Unt>  toie  tie  ©otmnemad^t,  fo  mite  itnb  jitB. 

!Die  Sicb*  citi  Braufenb  SWccr,  too  im  ©ctoimmel 
SicltaufcnbfSItig  aSJog'  an  SBoge  fd^Uigt; 
grcunbfd^aft  ctn  ticfcr  Sergfce,  bcr  t>cn  ^immel 
Siax  t»ict)erf})iegclnt>  in  ben  gluten  trSgt. 

!Die  ?iebe  brid^t  lutein  toie  Setterblifeen, 

Die  greuntofci^aft  lommt  toie  bammcmb  9WonbenU(!^t ; 

!Die  Siebc  toitt  ertcerben  unb  befifeen, 

Die  tJi^eunbfcJ^aft  opfert,  bod^  jle  forbert  nid^t. 

2)o<i^  brcimat  fclig,  brcimat  ifoif  ju  })reifen 
!Da«  $erj,  too  fceibe  freunblici^  eingefel^rt, 
Unb  too  bie  ®Iut  ber  9tofe  nici^t  bent  leifen, 
@e!^eimni^t)olIen  33(ii^n  ber  Silie  toe^rt! 


9UcoIaud  Se(fec 

gcboten  1810,  geflorben  1845. 


5ic  follen  ii^n  nid^t  l^oben, 
S)cn  freicn,  bentfd^cn  SRl^ein, 
Di  fie  toie  gier*ge  SRaben 
<Biii  l^eifer  bomad^  fd^rein; 


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LADY    JOHN    MANNERS.  405 

Dark  are  Love's  locks,  her  eyes  with  lustre  glowing. 
Lovely  as  spring,  dawning  in  golden  light ; 

Friendship  is  fair,  in  softer  colours  hlooming, 
And  mild  and  tranquil  as  a  summer^night. 

Love  is  a  tossing  sea,  where,  in  the  tumult, 
Thousands  of  dashing  billows  foaming  rise ; 

Friendship  a  mountain-lake,  whose  limpid  waters 
In  their  clear  depths  do  mirror  back  the  skies. 

Love  enters  like  a  flash  of  gleaming  lightning; 

Friendship  steals  in  like  threads  by  moonlight  spun. 
Love  is  resolved  to  win,  and  keep  for  ever; 

Friendship  makes  offerings,  but  she  asks  for  none. 

But,  ah!  thrice  blessed,  thrice  blessed  the  happy  bosom. 
Where  both  the  sister-angels  may  abide ; 

Where  the  bright  glowing  rose  and  gentle  lily 
Dwell  ever  in  sweet  concord,  side  by  side. 


THE  GERMAN  RHINE. 

Translated  by  Dr.  James  Steele. 


It  never  shall  be  France's 
The  free,  the  German  Rhine, 

Tho'  raven-like  she  Ranees 
And  croaks  her  foul  design. 


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406  9accku»  SMtx, 

®o  long*  er  rul^ig  ioaSe«b 
®eiii  grfinee  &Ietb  no(]^  trSgt, 
®o  kng'  etn  9tttber  fd^oUo^ 
3n  fdiic  aajogc  ftpgt!  — 

®te  feUen  if^n  nt(j^t  ^okn^ 
3)eii  frcicii,  beiitfd^n  9tl^m. 
(&o  lang'  fU^  ^ytn  (oben 
an  fetnem  fJeucttDcm; 

@o  lang'  in  fetnem  (Strome 
3t0i^  fejt  t)ic  gfclfcn  fte^n! 
@o  (ang'  ftd^  l^o^e  Dome 
dn  fetnem  ®)>iege(  fe^n! 

@ie  feSen  t^n  nici^  l^kn, 
3)en  freten,  beutfd^  9i^dn, 
®o  long'  bort  fil^tic  ftnoben 
Um  fd^lanfc  ®imen  frefn; 

©0  lang*  t)ie  gloffc  ^fdbct 
©n  gifd^  anf  fetnem  ®mnt, 
<So  lang*  etn  Siet  nod^  lebet 
3n  feiner  ©finger  SWmit! 

/       ©ic  foHen  il^n  nid^t  l&akn, 
Den  frcien,  beutfd^  9^tn, 
85tt  feme  01utl^  begraten 
3)c«  (e|ten  Wtam^  @ektn. 


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DB.   JAMES    STEELE.  407 

So  long  as  calmly  gliding 

It  wears  its  mantle  green, 
So  long  as  oar,  dividing 

Its  mirrored  wave,  is  seen. 

It  never  shall  be  France's 

The  free,  the  German  Rhine; 

So  long  as  youth  enhances 
His  fervour  with  its  wine. 

So  long  as,  sentry  keeping. 

The  rooks  its  margin  3tnd, 
So  long  as  spires  cgre  steeping 

Their  image  in  its  flood; 

It  never  shall  be  France's 

The  free,  the  German  Rhine, 

So  lo&g  as  festive  dances 
Its  lover-groups  combine. 

So  long  as  angler  bringeth 

Its  lusty  trout  to  shore, 
So  long  as  minstrel  singeth 

Its  praise  from  door  to  door; 

It  never  shall  be  France's 

The  free,  the  German  Rhine, 

Until  its  broad  expanse  is 
Its  last  defender's  shrine. 


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408  3o^>a^^  Oaubenj  aon  ^ali€, 

So^ann  ®auten$  Hon  <Sa(U 

5«t>oren  1762,  gcflorben  1834. 


Da^  ®xai  ijl  ticf  unt>  flittc 

e«  toerft  mit  fd^toarjcr  $i«Ie 
©n  uttbefanntc^  ?anb* 

Da«  ?icb  t>cr  Slad^tigaHcn 
limt  ni(i^t  in  fcincn  @(i^oo§> 

2)cr  grcunbfd^aft  Slofcn  faUcn 
9iur  auf  t>c«  fKigete  a»oo«. 

SSertafi'ne  Sraute  ringcn 
Umfonji  tic  |)5jit)e  »unt); 

3)cr  SBatfcn  tlogeu  t>ringen 
9ii(J^t  itt  ber  2icfc  Oruub. 

3)o(j^  fonfl  an  feinem  Drte 
So^nt  t)ie  exfe^nte  ^u^ ; 

9inr  burd^  bie  bunfle  ^fortc 
®e^t  man  bet  ^eimat^  jn. 

Da«  arme  $crj,  l^ienieben 
$on  mand^m  ®tttrm  6ai»egt, 

firlangt  ben  ical^en  grieben 
Siur  too  e«  nid^t  ntel^  WtSgt. 


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ANONYMOUS.  409 

THE  GRAVE. 

Translated  by  '^."  (Tail's  Magazine  1843). 


The  grave  is  deep,  and  stem,  and  still, 
And  terrors  round  its  margin  stand ; 

It  with  a  veil  of  darkness  hides 
The  Undiscovered  Land. 

A  silent  realm,  where  never  sounds 
The  voice  of  bird  in  flowing  song; 

There  friendship's  roses,  fallen  away, 
Are  strewed  in  dust  along. 

The  bride  bereaved  may  mourn  in  vain. 
And  wring  her  hands  in  deep  despair ; 

Loud  may  the  cry  of  orphans  be;    — 
No  sorrow  reacheth  there ! 

Yet  weary  hearts  that  here  below 

Have  struggled  with  the  storms  (jf  life, 

Long  for  its  everlasting  Peace, 
Untroubled  more  with  strife. 

For  to  us  in  no  other  place 

That  welcome,  looked-for,   rest  can  come  ; 
And  only  through  that  Portal  dark 

Man  goeth  to  his  Home. 


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HYMNS. 


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(SitC  fefHe  Surg. 

Dr.  ORactin  Sj^t^et 

gcbotcn  1483,  flcfiorbm- 1546. 


if  in'  fefic  53ttrg  tjl  unfcr  ®ot, 
Sin'  gutc  ffic^r  ttnb  aBaffcn,' 
Sr  l^ilft  un«  frei  au«  attcr  ^ot^, 
S)ie  un«  je^t  ^at  betroffen. 
S)cr  alte  63fe  gelnfc  * 

9Kit  (Smftc  ct*«  ie^  meitit: 
®ro§'  aWaci^t  itnb  tide  ?ijt 
Sein'  graufam*  SRilflung  ijl. 


aKit  unfrer  SlKacJ^t  ijt  nid^W  gctl^an, 
SBir  finb  gar  bait)  tjcrlorcn, 
S«  fbreif  t  filr  uii«  t)cr  red^tc  9Kann, 
3)cn  ®ott  felbjl  ^t  crforcn. 
gragfl  tju,  met  cr  ift? 

Sr  l^eigct  3efu«  (Sl^rijl, 
Der  ^cnc  S^^^^^^f 

Unt?  iji  !ein  anbrcr  ®ott, 
S)a«  gelt)  mug  er  be^Iten. 


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"A  TOWEE  OP  STEENGTH." 
Translated  by  Dr.  Alford,  Dean  of  Canterbury. 


A  Tower  of  strength  is  God  our  Lord, 
A  sure  defence  and  trusty  guard: 
His  help  as  yet  in  every  need 
From  danger  hath  our  spirit  freed : 
Our  ancient  foe  in  rage 

May  all  his  spite  display : 
May  war  against  us  wage, 
And  arm  him  for  the  fray, 
He  that  can  keep  all  earth  at  bay. 

Weak  is  our  unassisted  power. 
Defeated  soon  in  peril's  hour : 
But  on  our  side,  and  for  the  right. 
The  man  of  God's  own  choice  doth  fight; 
Jesus,  the  Christ,  whose  Name 

Exalted  is  on  high, 
The  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  same 
That  reigneth  in  the  sky, 
He  giveth  us  the  victory. 


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414  <5.  5.  ©cOert. 

Die  Sfife  ^oite^. 

a.  %.  ©eCert 

flcborcn  1717,  gciiorbcn  i76d. 


ttie  flrog  ijt  t)C«  aamSd^t'g'cn  ©fttc! 

3fi  bcr  cin  SWenfc^,  t>cn  fic  nid^t  x^xu 

Der  mit  tjcrl^ortctem  ©emiltl^e 

S)cn  S)an!  crpidft,  t>er  il^m  geiftl^rt? 

Siein,  feme  8iebe  ju  ctmeffcn, 

Sci  etoig  meine  grogte  ^flid^t! 

Der  ^rr  ^at  mcin  nod^  nid^t  tjergcffen; 

SSergi^,  mein  ^crj,  aud^  feiner  ni(|t! 

aSBer  ^at  mi(i^  »unt>erbar  bereitet? 
S)er  ®ott,  ber  meiner  nid^t  bebarf, 
2Ber  l^at.mit  Sangmittl^  mic^  geleitet? 
@r,  beffen  9tat^  id)  o\t  Dcrtoarf. 
aaScr  flarit  ben  griebeu  im  ©etDiffen? 
Scr  giebt  bem  ®eifie  ncuc  ffraftif 
aSJcr  la§t  mid^  fo  mel  $eil  geniegen? 
3fi'«  nid^t  fein  arm,  ber  oM  f^afft? 

@(i^au\  0  mciri  @eifl!  in  jenc^  Seben, 
3u  melcJ^em  bu  gefci^affen  bifi; 
aaSo  bu,  mit  ^errUd^eit  umgeben, 
®ott  etoig  fe^n  toirft,  tok  cr  ift. 
S)u  mi  ein  SJed^t  jn  biefcn  gteuben; 
XvLX(i^  ®0tte«  ®iltc  fmb  fie  bein. 
<Bkii,  barum  mngte  S^ri^n^  teiben, 
Damit  bu  fonnteft  felig  fein. 


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ANONYMOUS.  415 

GRATITUDE,  * 

Translated  by  ♦  * 


How  great  Jehovah's  love,  how  tender! 

He  hath  no  heart  who  sits  unmoved. 
Stifling  the  thanks  he  ought  to  render. 

Nor  ever  thinks  that  he  is  loved. 
Yes!  and  that  love  to  fathom,  ever 

Shall  be  my  first,  my  earnest  thought. 
This  mighty  Lord  forgets  me  nevep^: 

Oh,  then,  my  soul,  forget  Him  not! 

Who  has  my  wondrous  lot  provided? 

The  Lord,  who  had  no  need  of  me. 
Who  has  my  stumbling  footsteps  guided? 

He  whom  I  tried  to  shun  and  flee. 
Who  with  new  strength  revived  my  spirit? 

And  who  this  inward  peace  has  given? 
Who  gives  me  all  things  to  inherit? 

Who,  but  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven! 

Above  this  life  in  spirit  bounding, 

Behold,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  bliss, 
Where  thou,  God's  gloiy  all  surrounding, 

Shalt^  ever  see  Him  as  He  is ! 
These  joys  l^ou  shalt  be  soon  possessing. 

Thy  right  shall  never  be  denied; 
For,  lo!  to  win  for  thee  the  blessing,  _ 

The  Saviour  came,  and  lived,   and  died. 


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416  «.  g.  ©eliert. 

Unb  btefen  ®ott  foHt'  ii)  tit^t  cl^rcn? 
Unb  fcinc  ®iitc  ni(^t  t)crftc^ti? 
@r  foHte  rufctt,  id^  nitj^t  l^orcti? 
3)cn  aSSeg,  ten  er  mir  jetgt,  ni(^t  gcl^n? 
Scbt  feme  8ieb*  in  meincr  ©eele, 
(So  trcibt  fii«  mid^  gu  jeber  ^fliii^t; 
Unt)  ob  ii)  fd^cn  au«  <^d^t»ac]^]^it  fel^le, 
^errfd^t  bod^  in  mir  bte  ©finbe  nid^t.   . 

D  ®ott,  (ag  bcine  ®itt'  unb  Siek 
aWir^immetbor  t>ex  Sngcn  fein! 
©ic  flat!'  in  mir  bie  guten  Xriebe, 
aWein  ganje«  ?eben  bir  ju  tweil^n; 
®tc  triJflc  mid^  jur  3^^^  ^^  ©d^merjen, 
®ie  (eite  mid^  jur  ^tit  ba«  ®lildf^; 
Unb  fic  beftcg*  in  meinem  §etjen 
2)ie  gurd^t  be«  lefeten  augenfcUdt^l 


$aul  ©erfiart 

geboten  1606,  ^c^orbcn  1675. 


(^  §au})t  4)oH  SMut  unb  SBunben, 
SSoH  ©d^rj  unb  DoHer  ^ol^nl 
D  $aupt  jum  ©pott  gebunben 
aWit  einer  S)omenIron'! 
D  $aupt,  ba«  fonfl  getragen 
Die  l^iJd^flc  e^r'  unb  3ier, 
®od^  fd^im^)f(id^  nun  gefd^lagen, 
©egrligeji  feiji  bu  mir! 


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ANONYMOUS.  417 

Then  shall  I  not,  in  glad  allegiance, 

To  God^  the  Lord  my  homage  pay ; 
And  when  He  calls,  with  swift  obedience, 

Go  where  I  see  Him  point  the  way? 
His  love,  within  my  heart  now  reigning, 

Leads  me  to  duties  hid  before ; 
And  though  I  fail,  through  sin  remaining, 

It  shall  not  have  dominion  more. 

Here,  then,  my  Saviour,  let  me  ever 

More  of  Thy  love  and  goodness  see. 
To  strengthen  every  weak  endeavour 

That  dedicates  my  life  to  Thee  ; 
To-  cheer  when  sorrow  clouds  my  dwelling, 

To  keep  me  safe  in  joy's  bright  day, 
And  all  my  fears  of  guilt  dispelling, 

To  take  the  sting  of  death  away. 


'^AH  WOUNDED  HEAD". 

Translated  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth. 

Ah  wounded  Head!  Must  Thou 
Endure  such  shame  and  scorn! 

The  blood  is  trickling  from  Thy  brow, 
Pierced  by  the  crown  of  thorn, 
Thou  who  wast  crowned  on  high 
With  light  and  majesty. 

In  deep  dishonour  here  must  die, 
Yet  here  I  welcome  Thee, 

O0LO8CHMI0T,  German  Poetry.  27 


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418  ?aul  (^tx^axt>. 

Dtt  £bfe«  anflcfl^tc, 
*  I)a«  fonft,  t)cv  Sonne  flleic|, 
©ejira^It  im  ^cHjicn  Swj^tc, 
ifiJie  6ifi  bu  nun  fo  Mctd); 
Dein  aSIt*  mit  fivaft  gepiet, 
Dcr  fonji  bic  ©ett  gcfc^rcrft,. 
Sic  ift  cr  ic|t  Dcr^Mct, 
aWit  3)unlel  ganj  bcbcdt. 

2)ic  ^arbe  bciner  SBangcn 
Unb  bciner  Sippcn  ^otl^ 
3fl  l^itt,  unb  ganj  t>ergangcu 
3n  bciner  lobc^not!^. 
3Ba^  ijat  bcm  Sob  gegeben, 
£)  3efu,  biefc  2Jiac^t, 
S)a6  cr  bcitt  l^eilig  8e6en 
SJerfenft  in  feine  9iad^t? 

D  ^crr,  toa«  bu  erbutect, 
iji  aae«  meine  ?ajl: 
3d^,  i(^  ^aV  e«  Dcrfd^ulbet, 
Sad  bu  getvogcn  l^afl. 
®d^u  l^cr,  l^icr  jlc^*  id^  2lrmcr, 
!l)cr  S*^^'^  tjcrbienct  ^t! 

'   @icb  mir,  o  mein  @rbarmer, 
2)cn  Slnblitf  bciner  ®nab'! 

Sricnnc  mid^,  mein  filter, 

SKein  §irtc,  nimm  mid^  on. 
^  Du  ^aft,  OucII  aOcr  ©iiter,  ' 
SSiel  ®ute3  mir  gct^an. 


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CATHERINE    WINKWOBTH.  419 

Thou  noble  countenance! 

All  earthly  lights  are  pale 
Before  the  brightness  of  that  glance, 

At  which  a  world  shall  quail. 
'  How  is  it  quenched  and  gone! 

Those  gracious  eyes  how  dim ! 
Whence  grew  that  cheek  so  pale  and  wan? 

^Vho  dared  to  scoff  at  Him! 

All  hues  of  lovely  life, 

That  glowed  on  lip  and  cheek. 
Have  vanished  in  that  awful  strife; 

The  mighty  One  is  weak, 

Pale  Death  has  won  the  day. 

He  triumphs  in  this  hour 
When  Strength  and  Beauty  fade  away, 

And  yield  them  to  his  power. 

Ah  Lord,  Thy  woes  belong, 

Thy  cruel  pains,  to  me. 
The  burden  of  my  sin  and  wrong 

Hath  all  been  laid  on  Thee. 

Behold  me  where  I  kneel, 

Wrath  were  my  rightful  lot, 
One  glance  of  love  yet  let  me  feel! 

Redeemer!  spurn  me  not! 

My  Guardian,  own  me  Thine; 
My  Shepherd,  bear  me  home; 
O  Fount  of  mercy,  Source  Divine, 
From  Thee  what  blessings  come! 

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420  ¥au(  ®er^b. 

Dft  ^P  t)tt  mi(^  gclaSct, 
aWit  $itnmd^S3rot)  gcfpeip, 
SWit  Irofl  mi(^  tek^  begafcet 
35urd^  bcincn  frcttb'gcn  ®cift. 

G«  bicnt  ju  memen  gvcubcn 
Unt)  t^ut  mir  l^crjUc^  ido^I, 
S)ag  ic^  mic^  in  bcin  Seiben, 
SWein  $eil,  tjerfenfen  foil. 
2l(^  foniit'  id^,  0  mctn  ithm, 
Wx  bcincm  ^cujc  l^icr 
9Rcin  Sebcn  t)on  mir  gc6en, 
9Sic  iDol^l  flefci^al^e  mir! 

-3c^  banfe  bir  tjon  §erjcn, 
D  3fefu,  Uebjier  S^emil), 
iJitr  beine  Sobe^fd^mcrjen, 
3)a  t)u'«  fo  gut  gemeint. 
D  gieb,  ba^  ic^  mid^  ^alte 
3tt  bir  unb  bcincr  XxtvC, 
Unb  tocnn  tc^  cinft  crfaftc, 
3n  bit  mein  Snbe  fci. 

SBenn  ic^  cinmal  foil  fd^eibcn, 
So  fd^cibc  nid^t  Don  mir, 
SBenn  id^  ben  Sob  foH  leibcn, 
@o  ttitt  bu  bann  l^erfiir; 
aBcnn  mir  am  allerbdngften 
SBirb  urn  bad  §erjc  fein, 
©0  rcig  mid^  att«  ben  2lengften, 
^aft  beiner  Jlngjl  unb  $ein. 


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CATHEBINX   WliNKWOBTH.  421 

How  oft  Thy  mouth  has  fied 
My  soul  with  Angels*  food. 
How  oft  Thy  Spirit  o'er  me  shed 
His  stores  of  heayenly  Qood. 

Ah  would  that  I  could  share 

Thy  cross,  Thy  hitter  woes! 
All  true  delight  lies  hidden  there, 

Thence  all  true  comfort  flows. 

Ah  well  were  it  for  me 

That  I  could  end  my  strife. 
And. die  upon  the  cross  with  Thee, 

Who  art  my  Life  of  life! 

My  soul  is  still  o'erfraught, 

O  Jesus,  dearest  Friend, 
With  thankful  love  to  Him  who  sought 

Such  woe,  for  such  an  end. 

Grant  me  as  true  a  faith, 

As  Thou  art  true  to  mc, 
That  so  the  icy  sleep  of  Death 

Be  hut  a  rest  in  Thee. 

Yes,  when  I  must  depart, 

Depart  Thou  not  from  me ; 
When  Death  is  creeping  to  my  heart, 

Bear  Thou  mine  agony. 

When  faith  and  courage  sink. 

Overwhelmed  with  dread  dismay. 
Come  Thou  who  ne'er  from  pain  didst   shrink. 

And  chase  my  fears  away. 


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422  ^«tti  ®cr^KJrb. 

3um  Iroft  in  mciticm  lob, 
Unt)  (ft§  mi(i^  fcl^n  bciti  SSlbe 
3n  beincr  ^mjcdnot)^: 
©a  toiU  id^  nad^  bir  bUrfen, 
Da  t»ill  td^  g(aubcn«t5oH 
iJeft  on  mctn  ^crj  bid^  brftdfcii ; 
Set  fo  jlttbt,  bcr  jtirbt  too^l. 


ttun  Tul^  oQe  SSSlber, 

SJicl^,  aRcttfd^cn,  ©tobt'  unb  gctbcv, 

(Sd  fd^laft  bie  ganje  SBelt; 
Sl^r  ober,  mcinc  ©inncn, 
%xl  auf!  il^  foltt  bcgitincn, 

aBa«  eurcm  ®d^6pfcr  toe^lgcfattt. 

SBo  bijt  bu,  ©onnc,  fcliebcn? 
tDic  Stod^t  l^at  bid^  bcrtricben, 

®ic  Slac^t,  bc«  logc^  gcwb. 
gal^r'  l^tn,  citi*  anb*rc  ©onne, 
SRcin  3efu«,  metne  SBontK, 

@ar  l^eU  in  metnem  $er)en  fd^nt. 

Dcr  SEag  ip  nun  bcrgangcn, 
S)ic  gillb'nen  ©Icrnlein  ijrangen 
3(m  blauen  $immetefaa( ; 


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CATHEBINE    WIl^KWORTH.  423 

C  ome  to  me  ere  I  die, 

My  comfort  and  my  shield; 
And  gazing  on  Thy  cross  can  I 

Calmly  my  spirit  yield. 

On  Thee  when  life  is  past, 

My  darkening  eyes  shall  dwell, 
My  heart  in  faith  shall  hold  Thee  fast; 

Who  dieth  thus,  dies  well. 


EVENING  HYMN. 

Translated  by  ^  *  *  " 


Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dales, 
Silence  round  the  hearth  prevails, 

The  world  is  all  asleep : 
Thou,  my  soul,  in  thought  arise, 
Seek  thy  Father  in  the  skies, 
And  holy  vigils  with  Him  keep. 

Sun,  where  hideit  thOu  thy  light? 
Art  thou  driven  hence  by  Night, 

Thy  dark  and  ancient  foe? 
Go  I  another  Sun  is  mine, 
Jesus  comes  with  light  divine, 
To  cheer  my  pilgrimage  below. 

Now  that  day  has  past  away, 

Golden  stars  in  bright  array 

Bespangle  the  blue  sky : 


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424  $AuI  (Ser^arb. 

SWcin  ®ott  au«  biefcm  3ammcrt^a(. 

I)cr  ?ei6  cilt  nun  jur  9?u]^c^ 
fcgt  ab  t)a«  Sflctt)  unt>  Sd^u^e, 

Da«  Silt)  ber  ©tcrblic^f eit ; 
®tc  jicl^'  ic^  au«,  bagcgen 
SBtrb  'Sl^rlftu^  mir  anlegen 

Den  dtod  ber  (g^r'  unb  §cn:lid)!elt. 

!Da«  ^aupt,  btc  tJftg*  unb  $anbe 
2inb  fro^,  bofe  nun  ju  Snbc 

Die  Slrbeit  fommen  fei. 
$erj,  frett'  bid^,  bu  foHfl  tocrben 
^om  Slcnb  biefer  @rben 

Unb  t)on  ber  ®ilnben«=?lrbeit  frei. 

9tun.  ge^t,  il^r  matten  ©Ueber, 
®e^t  l^in  unb  legt  cuc^  nieber, 

Der  93etten  il^r  bege^rt. 
6«  fommen  ©tunb'  unb  3^^*^^, 
Da  man  cuc^  toirb  bereiten 

3ur  9iu]^*  ein  Settfein  in  ber  (gtb\ 

SKein'  2lugen  jiel^'n  Derbroffen, 
3m  §ui  pnb  fie  gefd^loffcn; 
^  SBo  6Iei6t  bann  ?eib  unb  ®cef  ? 
9limm  fie  ju  beincn  ©nabcn, 
@ei  gut  filr  alien  ©d^aben, 
Du  Slug*  unb  SBad^er  Ofrael. 


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ANONTMOXTS. 

Bright  and  clear,   so  would  I  stand, 
When  I  hear  my  Lord's  command 
To  leave  this  efirth,   and  upward  fly. 

Now  this  body  seeks  for  rest, 
From  its  vestments  all  undrest, 

Types  of  mortality  : 
Christ  shall  give  me  soon  to  wear 
Garments  beautiful  and  fair,  — 
White  robes  of  glorious  majesty. 

Head,   and  feet,   and  hands,  once  more 
Joy  to  think  of  labour  o*er, 

And  night  with  gladness  see. 
Oh,  my  heart,   thou  too  shalt  know 
Rest  from  all  thy  toil  below, 
And  from  earth's  turmoil  soon  be  free. 

Weary  limbs,   now  rest  ye  here. 
Safe  from  danger  and  from  fear, 

Seek  slumber  on  this  bed: 
Deeper  rest  ere  long  to  share. 
Other  hands  shall  soon  prepare 
My  narrow  couch  among  the  dead. 

While  my  eyes  I  gently  close. 
Stealing  o'er  me  soft  repose, 

Who  shall  my  guardian  be? 
Soul  and  body  now  I  leave, 
And  Thou  wilt  the  trust  receive, 
O  Israel's  Watchman  !  unto  Thee. 


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4^6  V<^i  (Sfixhavh. 

fbxii  cu^,  il^r  mehtc  Sicfeen, 
@eH  l^eutc  tiWfyt  ktrftfecn 

©n  UnfaH  tiimj^  ®cfa|r; 
Oott  la§  cud^  fetig  fd^tafen, 
©ten*  eud^  t)ic  giltencn  aSBaffen 

Um'6  95ctt  unb  fcincr  (Sngel  ©d^aot. 


gefcprcn  1624,  flcjiorbcn  1677. 

£tctc,  bie  bu  mid^  jum  93ilbc 
Dcincr  ®ott!^eit  ^ft  gcmad^t ; 

Sicbe,  bic  bu  mid^  fo  milbe 
^Jiad^  bem  gaU  mit  $cU  kbad^t; 

Sicbe,  bir  crgcb'  i(^  mid^, 

©cin  §u  bleikn  eioigttd^. 

8ieic,  btc  mtd^  l^at  ctforcn, 
S^'  id^  nod^  in'd  Seben  fam; 

Sicbc,  toeld^  SWcnfd^S^rcR 
aWcine  ©d^ioad^^cit  an  fld^  nal^m; 

Sicbc,  bit  ergeb*  td^  nttd^, 

®cin  ju  BIciben  ctoiglid^. 

?icbc,  bic  burd^  Icb  unb  ?cibcn 

gftr  mid^  l^at  genug  gctl^an; 
?icbc,  bic  mit  cJ»'gc  fjreubcn, 


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ANONYMOUS. 

O  my  friends,  from  you  this  day 
May  all  ill  have  fled  away, 

No  danger  near  have  come; 
Now,  my  God,  these  dear  ones  keep, 
Give  to  my  beloved  sleep, 
And  angels  send  to  guard  their  home ! 


4ii 


MY  BELOVED  IS  MINE,  AND  I  AM  HIS. 

Translated  by  *  * 


Lioved  One!  who,  by  grace,  hast  wrought  me 

Somewhat  to  thy  likeness  pure; 
Loved  One  I  who,  in  mercy,  sought  me, 

Lost  and  wretched,  blind  and  poor; 
Loved  One !  hear  me  vow,  this  day. 
To  be  Thine  eternally. 

Loved  One!  who,  in  heaven,  chose  me 

Ere  creation  found  me  here,   — 
Loved  One!  who  once  stooped  so  lowly. 

As  among  us  to  appear; 
Loved  One !  hear  me  vow,  this  day, 
To  be  thine  eternally. 

Loved  One!  who  endured  such  anguish. 

Who  for  man  so  toiled  and  bled; 
Loved  One !  who  by  death  did  vanquish 


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428  3o^>ann  @(j^cfflcr. 

$cH  ttnb  ©cUgteit  gctoann; 
?ic6c,  bir  crgcb*  ic^  mic^, 
Dcin  ju  bleibcn  e»ijU(^. 

Sicbc,  bie  mit  ffraft  unb  Scben 
2»ic^  crfttOet  burc^  ba«  SBort; 

2iebe,  bic  ben  ®cift  crgcbcn 
9»ir  jum  Iroji  unb  ©eelcnl^ort; 

?ie6c,  bir  crgcb'  ici^  mid&, 

Dein  ja  bkibcn  ctoiglic^. 

Slebe,  bic,  ju  ®ott  er^ol^et, 
Wtix  ex^it,  »a«  fie  erflritt; 

2icbe,  bie  ftcts  filr  m^  fle^ct    . 
Unb  mid^  fraftiglici^  certrttt; 

?te6e,  bir  ergeb'  ici^  mid^, 

Dein  ju  bleiben  etoiglii^. 

?iebe,  bie  mid^  fd^il^cnb  bedct, 
aBenn  be«  2obe8  aWad^t  mir  braut; 

SieSe,  bie  mid^  auferiocdtet 

Unb  mid^  fii^rt  jur  ^errlid^tctt ; 

Sicbe,  bir  crgeb'  id&  mi^, 

!£)ein  }u  bleiben  e&)iglid^. 


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ANONTMOL^S.  429 

All  my  foes,  and  in  my  stead; 
Loved  One!  hear  me  vow,  this  day, 
To  be  Thine  eternally. 

Loved  One!   who  art  now  bestowing 

Light  and  knowledge,  truth  and  grace  — 

Loved  Otie !  who  Thyself  art  showing 
As  the  sinner's  hiding-place; 

Loved  One!  hear  me  vow,  this  day, 

To  be  Thine  eternally. 

Loved  One!  who  for  ever  loves  me, 

Still  for  me  in  heaven  prays,  — 
Loved  One!  who  my  freedom  gives  me, 

And  the  mighty  ransom  pays; 
Loved  One  I  hear  me  vow,  this  day, 
To  be  Thine  eternally. 

Loved  One !  who,  ere  long,  wilt  wake  me 
From  the  grave,  where  I  shall  lie; 

Loved  One !  who,  ere  long,  wilt  make  me 
Sharer  of  Thy  bliss  on  high; 

Loved  One!   hear  me  vow,  this  day. 

To  be  Thine  eternally. 


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430  Sol^ann  <Sigmunb  tont^. 

,,g^  jpt  ttO(§  elite  gitt^'  w^an^eti  bem  9loffte  d0tfed.' 

J^ebtfier  IV,  9. 
geboxen  1700,  ge^otfecn  1779. 

Cd  ifl  Tiod^  <mc  SRu^*  tjer^nben, 
auf,  milbe«  ^j,  unt)  toerbe  8i(i^t! 
S)u  fcufjejl  l^icr  in  beineo  Sonben, 
Unb  beinc  Sonne  fd^cinet  ni^t. 
®ie^'  auf  ba8  8amm,  ba«  bi(i^  mit  grcuben 
a)ott  toirb  bor  feincm  ®tui^k  xoeiben, 
aBirf  ^in  bte  8aji  unb  eif  l^ctju. 
8alb  tfl  bcr  fc^t^ere  tampf  gecnbet, 
8atb  ijl  bcr  faurc  gauf  tjoBenbet, 
©0  gc^ji  bu  ein  ju  beiner  9{u]^'. 

@ott  l^ot  bit  bicfe  ^n^'  ertoren. 
5)ie  8tu]^\  fo  nie  ein  ffinbe  nimmt; 
g^*  nod^  ein  9»enfd^enfinb  geborcn, 
§at  ftc  bic  8ieb'  un«  fd^on  be^i^nit. 
Da«  Sammlein  tooUte  barum  ftcrben, 
Un«  biefe  fRul^e  ju  ewerfcen, 
S«  ruft,  c«  (odct  tceit  ttnb  breit: 
3^r  milben  ©cden  unb  i^r  gronunen, 
SScrfSumt  nici^t,  l^eutc  noii  ju  fommen 
3"  niciner  9iu^e  Sieblid^feit. 

©0  fommct  benn,  i^x  mattcn  ©cclcn, 
35ic  mon^e  2aji  unb  SSiirbe  brilA, 


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r 


ANONYMOUS.  481 


*THERE  REMAINETH  THEREF.ORE  A  BEST 
FOR  THE  PEOPLE  OF  GOD." 

Helir.  IT,  9. 
Translated  by  H.  L.  L. 


Yes,   still  for  us  a  rest  remaineth,   — 

Arise,  sad  heart  I  kt  there  be  light! 
Thou  sighest  here  in  gloomy  bondage. 

Thou  canst  not  see  the  sunshine  bright. 
Look  up  to  Him,  who  longs  to  lead  thee 
Where  with  His  own  flock  He  may  feed  thee; 

Cast  all  thy  burdens  on  His  breast. 
Soon  shall  the  conflict  cease,  so  weary,   — 
Soon  shall  the  journey  end,  so  dreary,  — 

And  thou  shalt  enter  into  rest. 

God  has  for  us  the  rest  provided, 

The  perfect,  everlasting  bliss. 
Before  mankind  were  here  created 

His  love  divine  had  planned  for  this. 
And  Christ  our  Lord,  the  cross  enduring, 
A  full  salvation  thus  procuring, 

Now  calls,  inviting  all  around,  — 
^'O  come  to  Mel  make  no  delaying. 
But  prove,  my  gentle  call  obeying. 

What  rest  and  love  with  Me  are  found  I" 

Come  then,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 
By  many  burdens  long  oppressed. 


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mmm 


432  3o^mt  ®igmunb  ^nt^. 

Sift,  cift  ou8  euren  ^mmcr^^Ien, 
(Mft  tiid^t  mel^r  frumm  unb  fcl^  gc6il(ft. 
Ol^r  ^bt  t)c«  2agc8  8afl  gctragcn, 
35afilr  la§t  Sud^  t)a8  eammlein  fagen: 
3c^  toitt  fcI6fl  cure  ^ul^c  fcin. 
3]^r  feit)  ftin  SSoIf,  tl^r  3acobitcn, 
Db  ®ifatt)c,  aaJdt  unb  Scufd  tofit^en, 
©eib  tiur  getroft  unb  ge^ct  cm. 

3Ka«  mag  »ol^I  cincn  ^anfcn  (ofccti, 
a35a«  flSrft  ben  miiben  aBanbcr«maitn? 
So  jcner  nur  ein  SJcttlcin  l^abcn 
Unb  fanft  auf  fold^  ru^en  lanw; 
SBcnn  btcfer  fid^  barf  nkbcrfc^, 
Sn  eincm  frifd^n  93ntnn*  crgc^, 
®o  jinb  fic  beibc  l^Bd^jl  tcrgniigt. 
35o(j^  bic«  flnb  furjc  Sftul^ejiunbcn ; 
S«  ifi  nod^  cine  atul^'  crfunbcn, 
SBo  man  in  ^l^rifli  9rmen  liegt. 

S)a  t»irb  man  grcubcngarbcn  bringen, 
S)cnn  unfre  2]^r5ncnf aat  ifl  au^^, 
£)  iDclc^  ein  Thibet  toirb  erttingen, 
Unb  ftiger  Jon  im  S5atcr^u«! 
©d^merj,  ©cufjen,  2eib,  Sob  unb  berglcic^cn 
Sirb  milffen  fiiel^n  unb  t>on  un«  tocid^en; 
SBir  toerben  aud^  bad  Sammlein  fc^n. 
©d  Joirb  beim  93dlnn(eiu  un«  erfrifd^en, 
®ie  2^r5nen  bon  ben  Slugen  toifd&cn: 
S33er  toeig,  toad  fonfl  nod^  foH  gefc^^n. 


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ANONYKOUS.  433 

Come  from  your  cells  of  lonely  sorrbw, 

And  Christ  himself  shall  give  you  rest. 
Hear  His  own  loving  invitation, 
Accept  His  full  and  free  salvation,  — 

Himself  hath  vanquished  all  your  foes; 
Now  for  His  people  He  will  take  you, 
Nor  ever  will  your  King  forsake  you, 
Though  Satan  and  his  hosts  oppose. 

Where  does  the  sick  man  find  refreshment? 

Where  does  the  wanderer  seek  repose? 
On  his  low  couch,  in  peaceful  slumber. 

The  sufierer  may  forget  his  woes,   — 
Beneath  a  tree  the  weary  stranger 
In  the  cool  shadow,   safe  from  danger, 

With  thankful  heart  may  rest  awhile ;   — 
But  brief  the  solace  both  are  sharing; 
Ah  !   nought  on  earth  is  worth  comparing 

With  rest  in  Jesu's  love  and  smile! 

The  year  of  jubilee  approaches, 

When  tearful  sowing-time  is  past,   —  » 

Oh  I   what  shall  be  "the  joy  of  harvest" 

Within  the  Father's  house  at  last! 
When  sighing,  pain,  and  death  are  banished, 
When  all  our  griefs  and  tears  have  vanished, 

When  our  own  eyes  our  Lord  behold! 
In  pastures  green  the  Lamb  shall  feed  us. 
Beside  the  living  waters  lead  us,  — 

Ah  !  who  can  now  the  joys  unfold? 

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434  3o^ann  <^tgmunb  ^unt^. 

S)enn  tie  (Srqui(Iunfl«jett  ifl  t)a. 

Die  ©onne  toirt)  un^  ni(i^t  me^r  ficd^n, 

S)a8  Samm.ijl  feinem  SSoBc  nal^. 

(S«  toitt  fcftji  unter  il^nen  tool^nen, 

Unt)  il^rc  Jrcue  tool^l  belol^nen 

ilRit  Sit^t  unt)  Zroft,  mit  S^r*  unt>  $rci«. 

S^  tocrben  bie  ©ebcinc  grUnen, 

S)er  groge  Sabbat^  ifl  crfd^iencn, 

Da  man  i)on  leiner  %cMt  »)ci§. 

S)a  rul^cn  toir,  unt)  finb  in  grieben, 
Unb  leben  ctoig  forgcnlo«. 
Ml,  faflet  bicfe«  SBort,  i^r  aWttben, 
Segt  cu(i^  bcm  ?amm  in  feinen  @d^oo§. 
2l(^,  Slilgcl  ^r!  SBir  mftfien  eilen 
Unb  un«  nid^t  linger  l^icr  tjertoeilen, 
2)ort  toartet  fd^on  bic  frolic  ©d^aar. 
%a\fx  l^in,  mein  Ociji,  jum  3ubiUren, 
Scgilrtc  bid^  jum  £rium}>]^itcn, 
?luf,  auf,  e«  !ommt  ba^  Siul^ial^r! 


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ANONYMOUS.  435 

Hunger  and  thirst  shall  pain  no  longer, 

When  life  undying  is  our  own. 
No  burning  noonday-sun  shall  smite  us, 

Where  Christ  the  Light  of  all  is  known. 
He  dwells  among  His  flock  for  ever, 
Of  every  good  the  bounteous  Giver, 

Repaying  all  their  toils  and  care ; 
From  earth's  dark  graves  to  heaven  ascending, 
They  find  a  Sabbath  never  ending, 

Arrest  eternal,   waits  them  there. 

In  full,   unbroken  peace  reposing,   — 

All  sin  and  sorrow  left  behind,  — 
Hear,  weary  souls,  the  word  of  promise. 

The  balm  for  wounded  heart  and  mind  I 
Ah !  lend  me  wings !  Were  faith  but  stronger. 
How  could  we  bear  to  linger  longer, 

While  dear  ones  call  us  from  above? 
Arise,  my  soul!  begin  preparing 
To  join  their  songs,  their  triumphs  sharing. 

The  jubilee  of  rest  and  love  I 


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336  a^atttiiad  (S(aubiu9. 

QCBftibfiet). 

^cboKn  1740,  gcfh^rbcn  1815. 


Iler  5IKont)  ift  aufgegangen, 

®ic  golbncn  ©temlcin  ptangcn 

Sim  $)tmmel  ^eH  unb  Har; 

Dcr  SBato  ficl^t  fd^tDorj  unb  fd^tDetget, 

Unb  au8  ben  233iefen  fleiget 

S)cr  tDcigc  9iefee(  tounberbar. 

a»tc  tfl  bie  aSSeCt  fo  fiiac, 
Unb  in  ber  3)amm'rung  gillie 
(So  trauUd^  unb  fo  l^olb, 
9lte  einc  fliHe  Sammer, 
93So  il^r  bc«  2^ge«  3ammer 
SSerfd^Iafcn  unb  t)crgeflen  foUt. 

©cl^t  tl^r  ben  5IWonb  bort  flel^en? 
Qr  ift  nur  l^att  ju  fel^en, 
Unb  tfl  bo(i^  runb  unb  fd^Bnl 
®o  flnb  tool^l  manci^c  ^ai^tn, 
S)te  toir  getrojl  t)erla(!^en, 
SSJeH  unfte  5lugen  fie  ntt^t  fel^'n. 

SSJtr  floljen  SKenfci^enlmbct 
@inb  bo(i^  re(i^t  arme  ©ilnber, 
Unb  totffen  gar  nici^t  mi; 
SSJtr  fptnnen  ?uftgefptnnfle 
Unb  fud^en  t)iele  Mnfle 
Unb  ifommen  toeiter  t)on  bem  ^itt 


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CATHERINE    WINKWOBTH.  437 

EVENING  HYMN. 

Trantlated  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth. 


-The  moon  hath  risen  on  high 
And  in  the  clear  dark  sky 

The  golden  stars  all  brightly  glow; 
And  black  and  hush'd  the  woods 
While  o'er  the  fields  and  floods 

The  white  mists  hover  to  and  fro. 

How  still  the  earth  I   how  calm  1 
What  dear  and  homelike  charm 

From  gentle  twilight  doth  she  borrow! 
Like  to  some  quiet  room, 
Where  wrapt  in  still  soft  gloom, 

We  sleep  away  the  daylight's  sorrow. 

Look  up ;   the  moon  to-night. 
Shows  us  but  half  her  light, 

And  yet  we  know  her  round  and  fair; 
At  other  things  how  oft 
We  in  our  blindness  scoflTd, 

Because  we  saw  not  what  was  there. 

We  haughty  sons  of  men 

Have  but  a  narrow  ken. 
We  are  but  sinners  poor  and  weak. 

Yet  many  dreams  we  build 

And  deem  us  wise  and  skilled, 
And  come  not  nearer  what  we  seek. 


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438  9)^att^iad  (Sloubiud. 

®ott,  lag  bcin  C)ciC  un«  f(i^aucn, 

Sluf  nki^td  SScrgangfid^'d  baucn, 

Sttd^t  Sitcttcit  ung  freu'n! 

Sag  un«  cinfaltig  twerben, 

Unb  bor  bit  l^tcr  auf  Srbcn 

SEBic  ^nbcr  fromtn  unb  fr^l^tici^  fcin. 

SBoflfi  cnb(i(i^  fonbcr  Oramen 
Hug  bicfcr  aJJelt  un^  ncl^mcn 
Durci^  einen  fanftcn  Sob! 
Unb  tDcnn  bu  un«  genommen, 
Sag  und  in  $tmmel  lommen, 
S)u  licbcr,  treuer,  frommer  @ott! 

®o  legt  cu(i^  bcnn,  tl^r  S3riibcr! 
3n  ®otte«  Stamen  niebcr, 
til^l  tfl  bet  mcnb^an^. 
9Scrf(i^on*  un8,  ®ott,  nttt  ©trafcn 
Unb  lag  un«  ml^tg  f(!^(afcn, 
Unb  unfcm  franlen  SHaifiax  aud^! 

,ySm  fein  na^e-j  (Snbe/* 
^u9  ^e  la  MoHt  gouque'd:  Sintrant  unb  fdne  ©ef&^rten, 

geboun  1777,  gcjlorbtn  1843. 

Went  fcin  nailed  Snbc 
Durci^  §crj  unb  ©lieber  ol^ncnb  fd^Icid^t, 
2)cr  tecnbe, 

S)cr  tDcnbe  ©inn  unb  $anbc 
3um  ©nabcntl^or 
SScrtrau'nb  cmpor, 
So  nta(i^t'8  ber  $ctr  il^m  lci(i^t. 


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ANONYMOUS.  439 

Thy  mercy  let  us  see, 

Nor  find  in  vanity 
Our  joy ;  not  trust  in  wbat  departs ; : 

But  true  and  simple  grow, 

And  live  to  Thee  below 
With  sunny,  pure,  and  childlike  hearts. 

Let  Death  all  gently  come 

At  last  to  take  us  home. 
And  let  us  meet  him  fearlessly ;  • 

And  when  these  bonds  are  riven, 

Oh  take  us  to  Thy  heaven, 
Our  Lord  and  God,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

Now  in  his  Name  most  blest 
,     My  brethren,  sink  to  rest, 
The  wind  is  cold,  chill  falls  the  dew. 

Spare  us,  O  God,  and  keep 

Us  safe  in  quiet  sleep, 
And  all  the  sick  and  suffering  too. 


'imEN  DEATH  IS  DRAWING  NEAR." 

Translated  from  "Sintram  and  his  companions". 


W^hen  death  is  drawing  near, 
When  thy  heart  shrinks  in  fear, 
And  thy  limbs  fail, 
Then  raise  thy  hands  &nd  pray 
To  him  who  smoothes  thy  way 
Through  the  dark  vale. 


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440  gricbrici^  be  k  SRottc  gouquc. 

®e^t  3^r'«  im  Djiett  funldn? 
$8rt  3]^r  t)ic  Sng'tem  fingcn, 
S)ur(i^'«  iunge  9Rergcnr0tl^  ? 
3^r  toar't  fo  lang  im  Dunfein, 
yi\m  toil!  ®U(i^  $)iilfe  6ringen 
3)er  jnabenretd^e  2ob. 
!Den  milBt  ^^x  freunblid^  gtft§cn, 
3)ann  tDtrb  er  ftcunblid^  aud^, 
tlpb  Ic^rt  in  Sufi  bag  Siigen; 
®o  ifl  fein  alter  93rau(i^. 

SBcm  fcin  nailed  Snbe 

Durd^  §crj  unb  ®Ileber  a^nenb  ^ki6:}t, 

S)er  toenbe, 

S)er  toenbe  ©inn  unb  §anbe 

3um  ©nabentl^or 

SSertrau'nb  emiJor, 

©0  ma(i^f«  bcr  $err  t^m  letd^t. 


„Jo0e  5cn  Jenrett,  5en  mac^igen  ^ottig  bet  (Sf)un. 

gtfcorcn  1640,  gcflorbcn  1680. 


£obe  ben  $enen,  ben  mad^tigeft  S6nig  bcr  ®^ren, 
SDletne  geltebetc  ©eeCe,  bad  ift  mem  SSegel^ren. 
^ommet  ju  $auf, 
^fatter  unb  §arife,  toadi^t  auf, 
?affet  bie  aWufitam  ^8ren ! 


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ANONYMOUS.  441 

See^st  thou  the  Eastern  dawn? 
Hearest  thou  in  the  red  morn 
The  angel* s  song? 
O  lift  thy  drooping  head, 
Thou  who  in  gloom  and  dread 
Hast  lain  so  long! 

Death  comes  to  set  thee  free ! 

O,  meet  him  cheerily, 

As  thy  true  friend  — 

And  all  thy  fears  shall  cease, 

And  in  eternal  peace 

Thy  penance  end ! 

When  death  is  drawing  near, 
When  thy  heart  shrinks  in  fear, 
And  thy  limbs  fail. 
Then  raise  thy  hands  and  pray 
To  him  "who  smoothes  thy  way 
Through  the  dark  vale. 


PRAISE. 
Translated  by  H.  X.  L. 


X  raise  to  Jehovah  I  the  almighty  king  of  Creation ! 
Swell  Heaven's  chorus,  chime  in  every  heart,  every 

nation ! 

Oh,  my  soul,  awake ! 

Harp,  lute,  and  psaltery  take, 

Sound  forth  in  glad  adoration ! 


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442  Soa^im  iReaober. 

8o6c  t)en  ^crrcn,  t)cr  MUifltt^  unt)  fcin  btd^  bcrcitct, 
Dcr  t)tr  ©efunbl^eit  JocrUc^cn,  bi^  frcunblid^  gelcitct 

3n  tt)ic  t)ic(  Sloti^; 

§at  niti^t  ber  gnabigc  ®ott 

Uekr  bit  glilgtl  gcbrcitct? 

Sobe  ben  §crren,  bcr  beinen  ©tanb  fld^tbar  gcf^gnct, 
S)er  au«  bcm  §immet  mit  ©tromcn  bcr  Sicbc  gcrcgnct; 
3)cnfc  baran, 

9Ba8  ber  JlHmati^tigc  fann, 
Der  bit  mit  8ie6c  fccgegnet. 


?o6e  ben  §erren,  wa^  in  mit  tft,  Cobe  ben  Stamen! 

3lBe«,  toa«  Obem  l^at,  loBe  mit  Slbral^amg  ©amen, 
©r  ifi  bcin  ?id^t, 
©eele,  toergig  e8  ja  nid^t! 
Sobcnbe,  fd^Uegc  mit  3lmen. 


<Pfa4m  121. 

^ax\  &txot 


£tW  bid^  ®ott,  geliebte«  ^nb, 
bn  beinen  Jorfen  fpielt  ber  SBinb, 
!Da«  §lhiblcin  tocbeft,  f?>ringt  unb  beHt, 
S)ein  aWutVtfl  frifd^  unb  fci^Sn  bie  9Belt! 
8epr  bi^  @ott! 


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ANONYMOUS.  4^3 

Praise  to  Jehovah !  whose  love  o'er  thy  course  is  attending, 
Redeeming  thy  life,  and  thee  from  all  evil  defending. 
Through  all  the  past, 
O  my  soul,   over  thee  cast, 
His  sheltering  wings  were  bending! 

Praise    to  Jehovah  1    whose   fence   has   been   planted 

around  thee, 
Who,    from  His  heavens,    with  blessing  and  mercy 

has  crowned  thee. 
Think,   happy  One! 
What  He  can  do,  and  has  done, 
Since  in  His  pity  He  found  thee. 

Praise  to  Jehovah!   all  that  hath  breath  praise  Him. 

sing  praises ! 
Bless  God,  O  my  soul,   and  all  that  is  in  me,   sing 

praises  I 
In  him  rejoice, 
Until  for  ever  thy  voice 
The  hymn  of  eternity  raises! 


GOD  KEEP  MY  CHILD! 

Psalm  CXXI. 

Translated  by  ^'H.  L.  L." 


God  keep  my  child !  the  liour  has  come, 
Thou  goest  forth  from  friends  and  home, 
While  life  and  love  and  hope  are  new 

And  all  seems  bright  that  meets  the  view,  - 
God  keep  my  child  I 


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444  ^ar(  ®erof. 

93c^itf  t)«I^  @ott,  mein  $crj  tfi  fd^tocr,    ^ 
3^  faiin  btd^  l^ftten  nttmncrmd^r, 
3)o(i^  fenb'  id^  bit  al«  Sngcfoc^' 
©epilgclte  ©cfccte  nad^: 
Se^iif  t)id^  ®ott! 

Se^ilt*  bU^  ®ott  an  ©cer  unb  8ti6, 
3)ag  Stotl^  unb  ©(i^mcrg  bir  ferne  fcleib'; 
S)e«  Waters  ^ug',  ber  SKuttcr  $anb, 
®ic  teic^cn  nid^t  tn«  frembc  Sanb ; 
33ep'  bid^  ®ott! 

93ept'  bid^  ®ott  an  Sei6  unb  @cd', 
SSor  ©ilnb'  unb  ®d^anb\  t>or  tJatt  unb  gc^t; 
!Dctu  finblid^  ^rj,  i)om  SIrgcn  rein, 
D  pt*  e«  too^l  tDic  SbcCfieln; 
®ept'  bid^  ®ott! 

93epr  bt^  ®ott,  bi^  2Bc(t  ift  fd^Iimm, 
SJerberMid^  ift  il^r  §ag  unb  ®rimm, 
SSerberbltd^er  il^r  ®(anj  unb  ®{udt; 
SJor  be«  SSerfiil^rcrg  golbnem  ©trie! 
®epf  bid^  ®ott! 

93ep'  bid^  ®ott,  bein  $crj  ifi  f^tua^, 
^aV  ®ott  tjor  Sugcn,  bet*  unb  t»ad^*; 
®cin  gutcr.®ctp,  o  tuf  ip  an, 
St  fftl^vc  bid^  auf  cbnct  93a]^n; 
Sep'  bid^f  @ott! 


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ANONYMOUS.  445 

God  keep  my  child !  the  world  is  wide, 
I  may  not  hold  thee  at  my  side, 
But  strong  as  angel  guards  shall  be 

The  earnest  prayers  that  follow  thee,  — 
God  keep  my  child ! 

A  father's  eye,  a  mother's  hand. 

They  cannot  reach  the  stranger  land, 
But  One  is  ever  present  there, 

I  give  my  treasure  to  His  care;   — 
God  keep  my  child! 


From  all  the  tempters  varied  wiles, 

Temptations  veiled  in  frowns  or  smiles,   — 
From  evil  men  and  evil  ways, 

Perils  of  dark  or  joyous  days,  — 
God  keep  my  child ! 


Thy  heart  is  weak,  thy  strength  is  small,   — 

Heady  to  stumble  or  to  fall; 

Oh,  seek  the  Lord's  upholding  power, 
His  Spirit's  help  in  danger's  hour! 
God  keep  ray  child! 


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446  to(  ®crof. 

93ep'  t)id^  @ott,  tin  fiarfcr  ^ort, 
®etn  ©cqjter  reiti^t  t)on  Drt  ju  Drt, 
©cin  3lrm  gebeut,  fcin  2lugc  f(!^aut, 
So  toeit  bcr  tmtt  $immel  blaut; 
93c^ftf  bi(i^  ®ott! 

33e^af  bid^  ®ott,  ein  guter  $irt, 
Sein  ©d^aflein  l^at  fi(i^  nie  t)crirrt, 
SKit  3acob  jog  er  fd^ttfeent)  au8, 

SBe^iif  bid^  Oott! 

33ept'  bid^  ®ott  —  unb  nun  jum  ©d^tag, 
S?on  51Kunb  ju  SWunb  ben  Cefetcn  tug, 
S?on  |)erj  ju  §erj  ba«  le^te  SEort, 
3luf  SBicbcrfe^n  l^ler  ober  bort> 
Sel^ftt'  bid^  ®ott! 


3Cm  2Bac§e  Mtf). 

1  ^onige  17,  5.  6. 

Siati  ©erot. 


(EUag  ^aufi  al«  fiiKer  ercmit 

§icr  birgt  er  fid^  am  frifd^en  S35aIbe«6om 
SSor  a^afe«  3orn, 

§ier  fpottct  er  am  ful^len  SBilftenquett 
S)e8  l^cifeen  ®rimm^  ber  ftoljcn  Sfebcl. 


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ANONYMOUS.  447 

His  sceptre  all  creation  sways, 
His  will  the  universe  obeys, 
Within  His  arm,   before  His  sight, 

We  stand,   in  darkness  or  in  light,  — 
God  keep  my  child! 

Yet  the  Good  Shepherd's  tender  care 
The  feeblest  of  his  flock  shall  share. 
He  who  led  Jacob  in  the  way, 

Still  guides  and  guards,  by  night  or  day,  — 
God  keep  my  child! 

The  signal  waves,  —  the  hour  has  come, 
Thou  must  go  forth  from  friends  and  home. 
Now  let  the  last  fbnd  kiss  be  given, 

And  "au  revoir"  in  earth  or  heaven! 
God  keep  my  child! 


BY  THE  BROOK  CHERITH. 

I  Engs  XYIL  5.  6. 

Translated  by  "H.  L.  L." 


By  the  brook  Cherith,   in  the  evil  hour 

Of  Ahab's  power. 
The  great  Elijah  finds  a  safe  retreat, 

A  refuge  sweet; 
When  at  the  tyrant's  fury  he  can  smile. 
And  from  his  toil  and  dangers  rest  awhile. 


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448  ^ail  (^cco!. 

3)ic  ©onne  glill^t,  e«  borrt  im  ©ommerbwmt) 

JRing^um  t)a«  2ant); 

^ein  SRegcn  faUt,  c«  labt  fetn  Iropfen  S^au 

Die  t)iirrc'2lu', 

Sein  33runnlcin  fliegt,  fcin  8aum(ein  fann  mcl^r  tlu^n, 

?(m  Sritl^  attcin  ba  rauf^t'^  no^  fil^runb  griln. 

■*  *  * 

*  * 

9iing«um  im  Sanbc  f(^reien  fie  na(^  SrotJ, 

(£r  ^at  nid^t  9iot^; 

S)ie  Stafcen  Bringen  tagliti^  mtt  ©etreifd^ 

3^m  Srob  unto  tJIeifd^; 

(£in  It(^tcr  Sngct  toie  ein  f^toarjcr  9tafc' 

©tel^t  ®ott  tern  ^erm  ju  ©ieitp  at§  (goelfnab'. 

am  S3a(i^c  Mt^  t>a  ift  e«  ftiK  genug  — 

©n.  SSogetflug, 

©n  9ia6cnfd^rei,  t)c«  SiJtoen  fern  ©cbriiE,  — 

©onft  anc«  flitt; 

D  l^eirgc  ©tiHc,  l^cl^re  ©nfamfeit: 

!Dcm  2Wanne  ®otte«  ifi'g  um  tid^  nici^t  (eib. 

^icr  fill^lt  er  fid^  im  uncrforfd^cn  ^ain 

3Kit  ®ott  attcin; 

$ter  tDcl^t  in  jetem  Saum,  in  jebem  ©traud^ 

S)c«  ®d^i5pfer«  ^aud^: 

S)a«  Srffentl^al,  ber  l^ol^e  SBalb  ring«um 

SScrHart  fid^  i^m  jum  l^el^ren  ^eiligtl^um. 

*  *  * 

*  * 

Die  2WorgentDint>e  raufdbcn  il^ren  $falm     • 
3n  iavA  unt)  §alm. 


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ANONYMOUS.  449 

The  noontide  sun  flames  like  a  burning  brand 

0*er  the  parched  land, 
All  nature  faints,  —  the  flowers  forget  to  blow, 

The  streams  to  flow;   — 
But  here  the  prophet  views  another  scene  — 
By  the  brook  Cherith  all  is  cool  and  green. 

*  *  * 

*  * 

Through  all  the  land  resounds  a  cry  for  bread,    — 

He  is  well  fed; 
Each  mom  and  eve  the  ravens  as  they  fly, 

Bring  full  supply; 
All  creatures  are  God's  messengers;  His  will 
Ravens  or  angels  can  alike  fulfil. 

By  the  brook  Cherith  all  is  still  and  lone  — 

A  dove's  soft  moan, 
The  raven's  call,  the  distant  lion's  roar  — 

These  and  no  more, 
Save  summer  breezes  sighing  through  the  wood. 
Disturb  the  calm  and  holy  solitude. 

But  to  the  man  of  God.  how  sweet  the  rest, 

The  calm  how  blest! 
To  hear,  remote  from  strife  and  folly's  noise 

Jehovah's  voice ; 
Deep  full  communion  with  Himself  to  hold, 
In  the  great  temple  He  had  built  of  old. 

»  4(  « 

*  * 

Like  sacred  anthems  souiids  among  the  trees 
The  morning  breeze; 

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450  ^arl  ®crof. 

S)ie  aSentrot^e  flammt  ate  Dipfcrtrmtt) 
aim  JJclfenranb. 

«te  gadctoSgcr  ^dten  in  bcr  ^lai^t 
Die  (Sterne  ®otte3  fiitte  "^knv^itoai^t, 

De«  2iage«  ?arm,  ber  9Kenfd^en  ?uft  unb  ^ein 

SBirt)  l^ier  fo  Heiti; 

SSergeRen  ijt,  toaQ  fonft  t)a«  ^rj  fcerftcft, 

2)en  ®eip  umftriift; 

3ci^  ficige  nieber  in  bet  Sefen  ©runt) 

Unb  bab*  tm  Duett  bet  SSSoi^rl^eit  mi(^  gefunb. 

Drum,   t»enn  auc^  bid^  bein  ®ott  in  SQSuften  tt>eift 

Unb  ru^tt  l^eigt, 

2Benn  btr  bie  SBelt  oft  fait  uub  iiebeIo« 

Die  I^ilr  terf^log, 

Dann  fcaue  bu  al8  flitter  Sremit 

Dein  ^utttein  bir,  o  greunb,  am  ©ac^  Srit^. 

Dir  fli^fet  ein  Srit^  im  fttuuen  SSSalbeSfd^og 

93ei  ^ete  unb  9Woo«, 

Dir  Piegt  ein  fiiritl^  im  jiittcn  Sdmmertcin 

93ei  ?ann>enf^ein ; 

333o  fld^  ein  Oer^e  fUtt  in  ®ott  t>erfenft. 

Da  tt?irb  e^  au«  bem  Sad^e  Srit^  getrantt. 

Unb  tt>cnn  ba«  Sad^tein,  bag  bid^  ftitt  wrgniigt, 
Bule^t  berfiegt, 


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ANONYMOUS.  451 

The  western  skies  glow  as  the  sun  retires,  -^ 

Like  altar  fires; 
The  stars  look  down  through  the  long  silent  night, 
Like  holy  watchers  with  their  torches  bright. 

Oh,  happy  still  the  prophet's  lot  to  share, 

And  place  ot  prayer! 
By  a  vain  world  forgot,  alone  with  Thee, 

Our  God,  to  be  I 
Beside  the  fountains  of  all  truth  to  go 
And  bathe  the  soul  where  living  waters  flow ! 

Then  in  the  wilderness,  when  called  from  toil, 

To  rest  awhile  — 
When  the  world  turns  away,  with  closing  door. 

And  smiles  no  more  — 
Then,  brother,  hear  the  Master's  kind  command, 
By  the  brook  Cherith  meekly  take  thy  stand. 

In  nature's  solitudes  —  the  forest  glade. 

The  mountain's  shade,  — 
In  the  lone  chamber,  by  the  lamp's  pale  light. 

Or  moonbeams  bright,  — 
Wherever  God  is  sought  in  lowly  prayer. 
By  the  brook  Cherith  He  can  meet  thee  there. 

And  when  the  ravens  fail  to  bring  supply, 
The  stream  is  dry, 

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452  ^^^^  ®crof, 

Unt)  tocnn  bcr  ^crr  au«  bemcm  griebeu^jeCt 

S)(mn  fte^*  al«  ®Dtte«  Sncci^t  mit  greupen  auf 
Unt)  rtd^te  ftrad^  gen  3<^^^t  bcinen  8auf. 


2lorija. 

1  2nofe«  29. 

5(atl  @et0t 


3toci  ^tlger  gel^n  tm  Dammergrau 
®c^cimnigi)on  burd^  gelb  unt)  Hu'. 

Sim  §tmmcl  glanjt  ber  SKorgcnftem, 
3loii  f(^t»etgt  bie  Srbe  nal^  nnb  fern. 

Unb  fc^tt>cigenb  gcl^n  bte  SBanbrer  fort, 
Unb  !etner  fprid^t  ein  touted  SKort. 

®er  Sine  t»te  ber  SWorgen  tlax, 

9Ktt  rofigen  3Bangen  unb  go(benem  §aar. 

Dcr  ^nbre  tt)ilrbtg  i)on  ©eftalt, 
9Son  jtI6ert»ei§em  33art  umtoaCt. 

@o  fromm  unb  frol^Kd^  tltdft  ta9  Stub, 
(S«  fptelt  fetn  ^aax  tm  SDtorgentotnb. 

Der  3llte  gel^t  fo  tief  geiudft, 
3««  o6  t^n  fd^toerc  33ilrbe  briidft. 

S)cr  Snotc  auf  ben  ©c^ultcrn  tragt 
S)a«  §olj,  jum  Dpferbranb  ysxitit. 


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ANOKYMOUS.  453 

And  to  the  battle-field,   or  harvest  plain, 

Christ  calls  again  — 
rhen  the  new  summons  with  new  strength  obey, 
And  to  Zarephath  gladly  take  thy  way. 


MORIAH. 

Gen.  XXIX. 

Translated  by  H.  L.  L. 


Two  pilgrims  journey  along  the  way. 
Far  in  the  East,   by  the  twilight  gray. 

Faintly  above  shines  the  morning  star; 
Earth  is  in  silence,  near  and  far. 

Silent  the  voices  of  breeze  or  bird; 

Silent  the  pilgrims  —  they  speak  no  word. 

One  is  a  youth,  like  the  morning  fair, 
With  rosy  cheeks  and  with  golden  hair ; 

The  other  of  aspect  calm  and  high 

A  snow-white  beard,  and  an  eagle  eye. 


Lightly  the  boy  gazes  all  around, 
Sadly  the  man's  eyes  seek  the  ground. 

On  the  lad's  shoulder  wood  is  laid, 
(Of  such  is  the  fire  on  the  altar  made); 


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454  ^arl  Q^erol. 

Dcr  aftc  tr&gt  ben  Dpfcrflal^l, 
S)cr  funfdt  rot^  im  grft^UciW'tta^^. 

!Der  Snofce  ju  tern  S3ater  fprid^t, 
Unb  l^ctt  empor  fcin  l^oll)  ©cftd^t: 

®ag,  Sater,  wo  ta«  Dpfcrt^ier?" 

®et  SJater  ju  bem  £naben  fptic^t, 
Unb  toenbet  ai  fein  triib  ®efi(i^t: 

„Da^  Sammlein  totrb  tl^nt  ©ett  erfe^, 
5IKein  ©ol^n,  (afe  bu  un«  fMa§  ge^n.' 

Unb  fc^tDcigetib  gc^n  bic  ^Uger  fort, 
Unb  fcincr  fpru^t  cin  lautcd  SBort. 

a)a«  i|t  bcr  SSater  atra^m 
aKit  3faa!,  feincm  Dpfcvlamm; 

9Rtt  9faa!,  feincm  einj'gen  ®o]^n, 
9Rit  fcine«  mter«  Snfi  nnb  5h:on\ 

5Katt(i^  fd^toeren  ®ang  ^at  er  gct^an, 
"^cif  teiner  lam  fo  fc^toer  tl^m  an. 

®od^  tDtH  cr  au(^  no(i^  biefcn  gci^n, 
aSa«  ®ott  gebeut,  ba«  mu%  gefci^cl^n. 

3um  ©erg  2Korija  fieigt  cr  auf, 
®a«  tft  bc«  ®lau6en«  ^itgcrlauf. 


3Bol^(  tDaUen  no(i^  }um  g(et(i^en  3^^^^ 
Bum  Dpfcrtcrg  bcr  ^ilger  »id; 


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AlfONTMOTTS.  456 

The  father  carries  a  dagger  bright; 
It  glimmers  red  in  the  morning  light. 

Now  to  his  father  speaks  the  boy, 
Lifting  his  face  of  light  and  joy: 

^'Father,  we  carry  the  wood  and  knife  ; 
Where  is  the  lamb  that  njust  yield  its  life?'* 

Then  to  the  son  does  the  father  say, 
Turning  his  Sorrowful  face  away,   — 

*'God  will  provide  Him  a  lamb,  my  son." 
So  in  the  silence  they  journey  on. 

This  is  Abraham,  the  saint  of  old; 
That  is  his  Isaac,  long  foretold  — 

Isaac,  the  joy  of  his  heart  and  eyes. 
Claimed  by  his  God  for  a  sacrifice! 

Abraham  knows  many  a  weary  way, 

But  none  like  this  which  he  takes  to-day, 

Yet  will  he  tread  it,  faltering  not. 
On  to  the  heaven-appointed  spot. 

See  in  the  distance  Moriah  rise! 
There  is  the  mount  of  sacrifice! 

Up  its  steep  places  the  pair  ascend; 
There  shall  Faith's  journey  find  an  end. 


Still  the  procession  moveth  on  — 
Many  in  Abraham's  steps  have  gone ; 


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456  ^^xi  (^erol, 

@tc  gc^ti  attcinc,  ^aax  unb  ^ar, 
3n  brauncn  iodm,  gtauem  $aar. 

3)ort  gel^t  mit  feine^  $erjen«  Srou' 
Sin  S3ater  mit  bem  einj^gen  ®o^n. 

Da  trSgt  bie  9Kutter,  Udi}  t>on  ^xm, 
3l^r  toeige^  Sammlein  in  bem  ^rm. 

Unb  jener  tragt  ein  ^cuj  mit  ©d^merj, 
Unb  biefer  tragt  cin  fd^were^  ^erj. 

®ic  tconbern  ftill  bc«  SBegcd  fort, 
Unb  feiner  fjmci^t  ein  frol^e^  iHJort. 

Unb  fraget  ein^:  toie  nnb  toarum? 
So  6(eifcet  Srb'  unb  §imme(  ftumm. 

aSBa«  @ott  geBcut,  ba^  mug  gef^e^n, 
Da«*3Cttbre  toirb  bcr  $err  Krfel^n. 

'Drum  fcringe  bu  bein  JDpfer  flitt, 
Unb  filge  bid^,  toie  ®ott  e«  wiH. 

Drum  trage  nur  unb  frage  ntd^t, 
Drum  toage  nur  unb  jagc  ni(^t. 

Unb  toor'^  aud^  bunlel  nal^  unb  fern 
2lm  $yimmel  glSngt  cin  SKbrg^njtcrn, 


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ANONTMOTTS.  457 

Golden  ringlets  and  locks  of  snow, 
Still  together  we  see  them  go, 

With  weary  footsteps  and  weeping  eyes,. 
Up  to  the  mount  of  sacrifice. 

Yonder  a  father,  with  silver-hair. 
Leading  his  Isaac,  young  and  fair; 

Yonder  a  mother,  sad  and  pale, 
Hushing  her  infant's  feeble  wail; 

Silent  and  slow  their  treasures  they  bear. 
To  lay  them  bound' on  the  altar  there, 

And  if  one  questions,  how  or  why? 
Heaven  nor  earth  will  make  reply. 


What  thou  demandest,  Father,  see! 

We  bring  it  —  and  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

Onward,   sad  pilgrims  1   surrender  all ; 
Question  not  at  the  Master's  call. 


See  in  the  distance  Moriah  ri^e  I 
There  is  the  mount  of  sacrifice  I 


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458  «or^  <*cro!. 

2)cr  ftt^rt  jum  D^>fcrbcrg  ^inauf; 


SBcr  fteigt  t)om  D^jfcrfccrg  ^erab? 
Sin  fel'ger  ®rci«,  cin  fro^r  Wnafc*. 

!Da«  ift  ber  Sater  abral^m 
2Wit  3faaf,  fcincm  £)j)fcrlamm, 

9Ktt  3faa!,  fcincm  cinj*gcn  ©ol^n, 
3Kit  fcincm  2Htcr«  ?uft  unt)  Sron\ 

Sr  fil^rt  t)cn  tnaBcn  an  bcr  ^anb, 
®cn  ^immcl  ifi  fein  8K<f  geteonbt. 

3)cr  ?(u«gang  war  fo  trilb  unt  fc^wcr, 
So  fro^lidfe  ifl  t)ic  93Jict>cr!c^r. 

2)cr  SKorgcn  grout  in  ©org'  unb  Stotl^, 
®o  fcKg  glft^t  ba«  abcnbrotl^. 

Dcr  cto'gc  ®ott  ijl  fromm  unb  gut, 
(£r  biirflet  ni(^t  nail  SKcnfci^nBlut. 

Sr  ^t  fcin  Cpfcr  fd^on  crfe^n, 
I)u  SOtcnfc^cnfinb  fottfl  frci  au^gcl^n, 

Unb  tocr  fcin  Siefefic^  nid^t  tcrf(i^ottt, 
Siel^t  l^immlifc^  fcinc  Ircu*  bclol^nt. 

So  t)i«l  am  ^immcl  ©tcmc  flcl^n, 
So  t)icl  foH  aferam  ffinbcr  fcl^n.  — 


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ANONTTMOUS.  459 


Up  its  steep  places  by  faith  ascend ; 
There  shall  the  journey  find  an  Cfnd. 


Who  are  descending  the  mountain-way? 
A  smiling  youth  and  a  patriarch  gray. 

This  is  Abraham,  the  saint  of  old; 
That  is  his  Isaac ,  long  foretold  — ^ 

Isaac,  the  joy  of  his  heart  and  eyes, 
Claimed  by  his  God  for  a  sacrifice. 

The  father  holds  by  the  hand  his  boy, 
And  looks  up  to  heaven  in  speechless  joy. 

Sad  was  their  upward  path  at  morn. 
Light  arc  their  steps  as  they  now  return; 

Darkly  and  sadly  the  morning  rose, 
Joyful  and  bright  will  the  evening  close. 

Still  and  for  ever  the  Lord  is  good ; 
He  asks  for  faith,  and  not  for  blood. 

God  for  himself  does  the  lamb  supply; 
One  mighty  victim  shall  bleed  and  die. 

And  he  who  his  dearest  gave  to  the  Lord, 
An  hundred-fold  shall  receive  reward: 

Countless  the  stars  that  in  heaven  we  see, 
So  shall  the  children  of  Abraham  be  I 


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460  ^ar(  &txct. 

Drum  tragc  tu  unb  fragc  ntci^t, 
!Drum  »age  bu  unb  jogc  ni(i^t. 

S)cr  cto^flc  ®ott  tfi  fromm  unb  gut, 
St  toitt  bctn  ^erj  unb  nid^t  bein  33lut. 

Da«  ®otte«(amm  tfi  fc^on  crfel^ti 
Unb  bu  foHjt  frci  unb  (cbig  gcl^n. 

®ctn  lobc^ang  unb  Dpfcrttut 
3Jla<tit  aU  bcin  ^cuj  unb  ©d^abcn  gut. 

Unb  tcenn  bein  $etj  t)or  3ammer  brad^ 
!Der  $err  ijergtlt  bir*^  taufenbfac^. 

S)a  brobcn  glSnjet  ©tern  an  ©tern, 
Da«  finb  bic  Sroftungen  bom  §errn. 

^ier  tjl  be§  ®IauBen^  ^ilgcrlauf 
Unb  broBen  gel^t  ba^  ©d^auen  auf. 


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ANONYMOtrS.  461 

Tremble  not  —  doubt  not  —  venture  all ; 
Question  not  at  the  Master's  call. 

Still  and  for  ever  the  Lord  is  good  — 
He  asks  our  heart,   and  not  our  blood, 

One  might}'  victim  by  faith  we  see, 
So  may  the  children  of  men  go  free. 

With  breaking  hearts  to  the  mount  we  come ; 
With  strange,  deep  joy  He  can  send  us  home,  — 

Yes,  and  an  hundred-fold  repay 

All  He  has  asked  for  and  called  away. 

Countless  the  stars  in  the  heaven  above : 
Countless  the  comforts  of  Jesus'  love  ! 


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462  Sfltl  So^oim  "^W^P  ^^itta. 

^er  Jerr  ftennet  hk  Scinen. 

6ar(  So^anit  13^iH)»)»  6)»itta 

gcbcten  1801,  gcjlcibfit  1S59. 


€«  fennt  ter  $m:  tne  Setnen 
Unl)  ^at  pe  fiet«  gctannt, 
Die  ®rogen  unb  bie  ^(einen 
3n  j[et)em  Sol!  unt)  ?anl), 
Sr  Idfet  pe  nic^t  i)crt)crbcn, 
Sr  ftt^rt  fie  au«  unt  ein; 
3m  Seben  uut)  im  ©terbeti 
®inb  fie  unb  fckibcn  fein. 

Sr  fennet  fctnc  ®(^aarcn 
.5(m  ®kuben,  ter  nid^t  fd^aut, 
Unt)  t)c<^  tern  Unfic^tSaren, 
SH^  fa^*  er  il^n,  t?ertraut; 
2)er  au«  tern  SSott  ge^euget, 
Unb  burd^  ba«  2Boxt  fid^  na^rt, 
Unb  bor  bent  333ort  fid^  beuget, 
Unb  mit  bem  SBott  jid^  toe^rt. 

Sr  fennt  fic  alS  bie  Setnen 
5ln  il^rer  §offnung  2Wut^>, 
Die  frfi^Udb  auf  bem  Sinen, 
Dag  er  ber  ^err  i^,  xn% 
3n  feiner  Sa^r^eit  ©lan^e 
Sid^  fonne  frei  unb  fii^n 
Die  tcunberbare  ^flanje, 
Die  immerbar  ijl  grixn. 


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ANONYMOtlg.  46IJ 

THE  LITTLE  FLOCK. 

Translated  by  X.  X. 


He  knoweth  all  His  people,   — 
From  everlasting  knew,   — 

The  greatest  and  the  smallest, 
The  many  and  the  few. 

Not  one  of  them  shall  perish ; 
^  He  guardeth  .each  alone  ; 

In  living  and  in  dying 

They  shall  remain  His  own. 

The  little  flock  He  knoweth,  — 

Who,   though  by  faith,   not  sight 
Th'  Invisible  are  seeing, 

And  trusting  in  His  might. 
Bom  by  His  word  of  power, 

And  nourished  by  that  word ; 
Within  His  storehouse  finding 

The  armour  of  their  Lord. 

And  thus  He  knows  His  people,  — 

By  hope  so  bright  and  blest, 
By  faith  that  can  its  burden 

Upon  the  Saviour  rest; 
And  by  the  look  of  gladness, 

Where  truth  shines  forth  serene, 
That- plant  that  ever  weareth 

An  amaranthine  green. 


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464  <£arl  3o^>(Wtt  $^ili^  (Bpitta. 

Sr  fcnnt  fie  an  ber  Siebe, 
Die  femer  Slebc  grud^t, 
Unt)  t)ie  mit  kutrem  Srtebe 
3^m  ju  gefaHcn  fud^t; 
Die  anbren  fo  begegnet, 
S33ie  er  baS  $erj  bctoegt; 
Die  fegtiet,  toie  er  fegnct, 
Utit)  tragt,  toie  er  fie  tragt. 

®o  fentit  ber  §err  bie  Seinen, 
SBie  er  fte  ftet«  gelannt, 
Die  ®rogen  unb  bie  ^eineti, 
3n  iebem  S?olI  unt)  ?ant); 
5lm  assert  ber  ©ttabcntriebc 
Durd^  feined  ®eijie«  Starf , 
2ln  ©laubeti,  ^offnung,  8i^e, 
%U  feitier  ©nabe  2Bert. 

©0  l^ilf  mi«,  §err,  jum  ©laukn 
Unb  ^It*  un«  fejl  babci; 
Sa^Tiid^t«  bie  ^offnung  raukn; 
Die  8iebe  l^erjUd^  fei. 
Unb  toitb  bcr  Sig  crfd^ctnen, 
Da  bi(^  bic  SaSelt  toirb  fel^n, 
®o  lag  nn«  ate  bie  Deinen 
3u  beiner  JRed^ten  ftel^n. 


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ANONYMOUS.  465 

He  knows  them  by  their  loving  — 

The  fruit  of  His  own  love, 
And  by  their  earnest  longing 

To  please  their  Lord  above; 
By  their  long-&uffering  patience, 

When  others  work  them  ill ; 
By  blessing  as  He  blesseth, 

And  bearing  all  His  will. 

And  thus  He  knows  His  people,  — 

From  everlasting  knew,  — 
The  greatest  and  the  smallest, 

The  many  and  the  few. 
Where  His  own  spirit's  working 

In  gracious  power  is  seen; 
By  faith,  hope,  love  abounding, 

Where'er  His  jstep  has  been. 

So  help  us,  Lord,  we  pray  Thee, 

Our  goings  thus  uphold. 
That  none  of  glory  rob  us. 

Nor  make  our  love  grow  cold; 
That  when  the  day  of  wonder 

Reveals  Thy  judgment  throne. 
We  may  look  up  rejoicing, 

Since  numbered  with  Thine  own. 


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466  <SatI  3o^nn  W^^P  ^pitta. 

darl  S^lann  W^^P¥  ^itta. 


Ha  jtel^t  ein  flUIer  (Sngel 
I)ur(i^  t)t^e«  (&ct)cnknb, 

|)at  tl^n  ber  $err  gcfanbt. 
3n  feincm  33U(f  ifi  iJricben, 
Unt)  milt)c,  fanfte  $ult), 
O  fetj'  il^m  Pct«  l^entcben, 
S)cm  (gngcl  ber  ©cbulb! 

(gr  fft^rt  t)t(i^  immcr  trculid^ 
S)ttrd^  aHc«  Srt)en(cit), 
Utit)  tebet  fo  erfrculid^ 
Son  einer  fd^fincm  3^^^. 
S)eiin  tDtHft  bu  gatij  t)crjagen, 
C)at  cr  boi^  guten  9Kut^; 
(Sr  ^ilft  ba«  ^euj  bit  trftgen, 
Utib  nuMi^t  nod^  Mt^  gut. 

Sr  mad^t  ju  linber  ©d^mut^ 
!J)€n  l^erbflen  ©eclenfd^crj, 
Utib  tatt^t  in  fitttc  I)cmttt^ 
2)a«  ungeftftuie  ^crj. 
Sr  mad^t  bte  flnftrc  ©tunbc 
SinmSUg  »ieber  l^cH, 
gr  l^eilct  jebe  SBunbc 
©etoig,  menn  aud^  nid^t  fd^neD. 


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ANONYMOUS.  467 

THE  ANGEL  OF  PATIENCE. 

Translated  by  H.  L.  L. 


A  gentle  angel  walketh 
Throu^out  a  world  of  woe, 
With  messages  of  mercy 
To  mourning  hearts  below, 
His  peaceful  smile  invites  them 
To  love  and  to  confide, 
O  follow  in  His  footsteps. 
Keep  closely  by  His  side! 

So  gently  will  He  lead  thee 
Through  all  the  cloudy  day, 
And  whisper  of  glad  tidings. 
To  cheer  the  pilgrim's  way, 
His  courage  never  failing, 
When  thine  is  almost  gone, 
He  takes  thy  heavy  burden, 
And  helps  to  bear  it  on. 

To  soft  and.  tearful  sadness 
He  changes  dumb  despair. 
And  soothes  to  deep  submission 
The  storm  of  grief  and  care; 
Where  midnight  shades  are  brooding, 
He  pours  the  light  of  noon. 
And  every  wound  He  healeth. 
Most  surely,  if  not  soon. 

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468  <SarI  So^onn  W^^P  ^pitta. 

(Sr  jitmt  tiid^t  bciticn  S^rancn, 
SBenn  er  ttd^  triJftcn  toiH; 
(Sr  tabelt  titd^t  bctn  ©el^ucn, 
Slur  mad^t  cr'«  fromm  unt)  fltll. 
UtiD  »enn  m  ©turme«totcn 
3)u  murrenb  fragfl:  tDarum? 
®o  tieutet  er  naif  ohtn, 
SKi(t>  (ac^ctnt),  aUx  fhtmm. 

Sr  l^at  fiir  jebe  grage 
9?tc^t  ^nttoort  gleic^  6ereit, 
®ein  335a]^Ifj)ru(i^  l^ctgt:  crtragc, 
SDic  SRu^fiatt  ifl  nid^t  »eit! 
©0  gd^t  er  t)ir  jur  ©cite, 
Unt)  rct)ct  gar  nid^t  »tel, 
Unt)  tenft  nur  in  t)ic  SBeite, 
3ln'«  fc^Snc,  grogc  3irf- 


'3)ai5  Jie5  ber  Jtcber. 
aar(  3o^nn  ^i(i|)r  ^^itta. 


C9  giett  cin  8tct)  t)cr  Steter, 
3)a*  fingfl  t)u  tmmer  mtUx, 
335cnn  bu  c«  cinmal  flngcn  Icmjl; 
Sein  9Rcnfd^  l^at  td  crfonncn, 
3)a«  Siet)  fo  rcid^  an  SBonncn, 
Unt)  t)od^  fo  (cl^rrcic^,  ttef  unt)  crajl. 


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ANONYMOUS.  46- 

He  will  not  blame  thy  sorrows, 
While  He  brings  the  healing  balm, 
He  does  not  chide  thy  longings, 
While  He  soothes  them  into  calm; 
And  when  thy  heart  is  murmuring, 
And  wildly  asking,  why? 
He,  smiling,  beckons  forward. 
Points  upward  to  the  sky. 

He  will  not  always  answer 

Thy  questions  and  thy  fear. 

His  watchword  is,  ''Be  patient, 

The  journey's  end  is  near  1" 

And  ever  through  the  toilsome  way, 

He  tells  of  joys  to  come, 

And  points  the  pilgrim  to  his  rest. 

The  wanderer  to  his  home. 


THE  SONG  OF  SONGS. 
Translated  by  X.  X. 


There  is  a  song  now  singing. 
Catch  but  its  sweet  beginning^ 

And  you  will  still  its  notes  prolong: 
For  ever,  ever  learning, 
Yet  never  quite  discerning 

The  deep,  full  meaning  of  the  song! 


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470  Satl  3o^>a«n  W^^^  @^itta. 

@d  ftngt  )?on  einer  SteBe, 

S33tc  9iekl  t)or  t)cr  ©oune  fli^t* 
S35te  wchi^en  oHe  ©c^mcrjen, 
SEBctin  man  fo  rcd^  t)on  Oerjcti 
Slnfttmmcn  fonn  ba«  f(i^iJne  8teJ)! 


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ANONYMOUS.  471 

It  tells  of  love  undying, 

Before  which  grief  is  flying, 
Like  mists  swept  by  the  sun  along. 

Oh!  how  earth's  sorrow  leaveth 

The  heart  that  here  receiveth 
The  holy  music  of  that  song! 


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NOTES. 


Jenore  (EUenore),  by  G,  A.  Buerger,  translated  by  Wil- 
liam Taylor,  of  Norwich. 
This  translation  was  first  published  in  the  second  number 
if  the  Monthly  Magazine  for  1796.  Mr.  Taylor  wrote, 
dth  regard  to  the  deviations  from  the  original  which  cannot 
ail  to  strike  the  Reader,  as  follows:  ^In  the  original  the 
mperor  and  empress  have  made  peace,  which  places  the 
cene  in  southern  Germany ;  and  the  army  in  returning  home 
riumphant.  By  shifting  the  scene  to  England  and  making^ 
Villiam  a  soldier  of  Richard  Lionheart,  it  becomes  necessary 
hat  the  ghost  of  EUenore ,  whom  Death,  in  the  form  of  her 
over,  conveys  to  William's  grave,  should  cross  the  sea. 
lence  the  splash  of  the  xxxix  and  other  stanzas ,  of  which 
here  is  no  trace  in  the  original ;  of  the  tramp !  tramp !  there 
s.  I  could  not  prevail  on  myself  to  efface  these  words,  which 
ave  been  gotten  by  heart,  and  which  are  quoted  even  ia 
)on  Juan ;  but  I  am  aware  that  the  translation  is  in  some 
espects  too  free  for  a  history  of  poetry  etc.  etc."  [Historic 
Iturvey  of  German  Poetry,  interspersed  with  various  Trans- 
itions, by  W.  Taylor,  of  Norwich.  3  vols,  London,  1829.] 
'he  following  anecdote ,  referring  to  Taylor's  ^llenore**  is 
old  in  a  letter  from  Miss  Aikin  to  Mr.  Murch,  dated : 


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NOTES.  473 

Hftmpstead,  December  20th  1841. 


'*A  remarkable  anecdote  belongs  to  his  (Taylor's)  in- 
comparable version  of  ^TLenora"  which  I  heard  from  the 
lips  of  Sir  Walter  Scott  himself,  as  he  was  relating  it  to 
Mrs.  Barbauld.  After  reminding  her  that  long  before  the 
ballad  was  printed  she  had  carried  it  with  her  to  Edinburgh, 
and  read  it  to  Mr.  Dugald  Stewart.  *He',  said  Scott,  'repeated 
all  he  could  remember  of  it  to  me ,  and  this ,  Madam ,  was 
what  made  me  a  poet.  I  had  several  times  attempted  the 
more  regular  kinds  of  poetry  without  success ,  but  here  was 
something  that  I  thought  I  could  do.'  —  A  translation 
capable  of  lighting  up  such  a  flame ,  certainly  deserves  all 
the  praise  of  an  original ;  indeed  no  one  could  guess  it  to  be 
any  other;  so  racy  and  idiomatical  in  the  old  English  in 
which  he  has  clothed  it."  [A  memoir  of  the  life  and  writings 
of  the  late  "William  Taylor ,  of  Norwich ,  etc. ,  compiled 
and  edited  by  T.  W.  Roberts,  F.  G.  S.,  of  Norwich.  2  Vols, 
London,  1843]. 

p.  94.  Zueignung  (zu  Goethe's  Gedichten) ;  translated  by 
Theodore  Martin  and  the  late  Prof.  Aytoun. 
The  Header  is  asked  to  compare  the  cold  verdict  of  the 
accomplished  Translators,  as  recorded  in  the  Book  from 
which  the  Translation  is  taken,  with  the  eloquent  praises  of 
Adolf  Stahr,  who  *  likens  the  introductory  poem  to  a 
lofty  vestibule  leading  to  some  glorious  temple,  and  im- 
pressing every  one  who  enters  at  once  with  a  sense  of  awe- 
inspiring  perfect  grandeur. 


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474  N0TE8. 

p.  106.    Zigetinerlied    {Goethe) ,    translated  by  the    late 
Dr.  Anster. 

This  translation  appeared,  in  1837,  in'Xeniola,  under 
the  title  '^Nursery  Rhymes."  It  is  somewhat  free ,  but  very 
spirited.  '^WehrwOlf'",  is,  oddly  enough,  translated  by 
war-wolveSj  instead  of  werewolves.  Ooethe,  of  course, 
alludes  to  that  terrible  superstition  —  Lycanthropy: 
according  to  which  human  beings  could  change,  or  be 
changed,  into  wolves,  and  would  assimie  not  only  the  shape, 
but  the  lust  and  rapacity  of  these  animals.  I  beg  to  refer  any 
Reader  who  is  interested  in  the  subject  to  the  Reprint,  by 
the  Early  English  Text  Society ,  of  William  of  Paleme ,  or 
William  and  the  Werewolf,  edited  by  Mr.  Skeat ;  or  to  Mr. 
S.  Baring-Gould's  '^ook  on  Werewolves.*' 

p.  114.  Zirlkdnig(6^«^),  translated  by  Peter  Gardner. 
The  simple,  homely  beauty  of  Mr.  Gardner's  version, 
which  appeared  some  years  ago  in  the  Scotsman,  and 
was  largely  re-printed  in  the  United  States ,  reproduces  the 
German  tone  with  wonderful  accuracy.  Mr.  Theodore  Mar- 
tin's matchless  Translation,  as  well  as  Sir  Walter  Scott's 
version,  are,  without  doubt,  known  to  the  Reader.  M.  !6  m  i  1  e 
Deschamps,  deservedly  famous  for  his  translation  of 
**Romeo  and  Juliet**,  has  written  the  following  fine  imitation : 

Qui  done  passe  a  cheval  dans  la  noU  ti  le  rent  ? 

C'est  le  pdrA  avec  son  enfant. 
De  son  bras  crisp^  de  tendresse 
Contre  sa  poitrine  il  le  presse, 

Et  de  la  Mse  il  le  d^end. 

Hon  fils,  d'oil  vient  qu'en  mOn  sein  tn  frissonnes  ? 
Hon  p^re  -  -  U  -  -  vois-tn  le  roi  des  aanes, 
Couronne  an  front,  en  long  mantean  ?  — 
Mon  fils,  c'est  un  bronillard  snr  Teaii. 


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NOTES.  475 

MYiens,  cher  enfant,  snis-moi  dans  I'omlnre, 
»Je  t'apprendrai  des  jeux  sans  nombre ; 
»J'ai  de  magiqnes  fienrs  et  des  perles  encore, 
»Ma  mdre  a  de  beaux  habits  d'or.«  — 

N'entends-tu  point,  mon  p^re  (ob !  que  tu  te  d^pdches) 
Ce  qne  le  roi  murmnre  et  me  promet  tout  l)as  ? 
Endors-toi,  mon  cber  fils,  et  ne  t'agite  pas : 
'  C'est  le  vent  qni  bruit  parmi  les  f entiles  sdcbes. 

»Veux-tn  venir,  mon  bel  enfant?  Oh!  ne  crains  rien, 
wMes  fiUes,  tu  verras,  te  soigneront  si  bien ! 

»La  nuit  mes  filles  blondes 

»Mdnent  les  moUes  rondes, 
'    »Elle8  te  berceront, 

»Danseront,  chantoront ! « 

Jllon  p6re,  dans  les  brumes  grises 
Vols  ses  filles  en  cercle  assises ! 
Mon  fils,  mon  fils,  j'aper9oi8  tenleraent 
Les  sanies  gris  an  bord  des  flots  dormant. 

mJo  t'aime,  toi,  je  suis  attir^  par  ta  grace, 
»Yiens,  viens  done,  un  refus  pourrait  t'Stre  fatal !« 
Ah !  mon  p6re !  mon  p6re !   11  me  prend  —  il  m'embrasse  — 
Le  roi  des  aunes  m'a  fait  mal ! 

Et  le  pdre  fr^mit  et  galope  plus  fort, 
II  serre  entre  ses  bras  son  enfant  qui  sanglotte, 
II  touche  k  sa  maison :   son  manteau  s'ouvre  et  flotte, 
Dans  son  bras  Venfant  ^tait  mort ! 

p.  166.  Die  iiniiberwindliche  Flotte  [Schiller] ,  translated 
by  the  late  C.  H.  Merivale,  F.  S.  A. 
The  two  concluding  lines  of  this  poem  allude  to  the 
modest  inscription:  'Afflavit  Deus,  et  dissipati  sunt' 
on  the  medal,  struck,  by  Queen  Elizabeth's  command,  to 
commemorate  the  marvellous  victory  of  the  English  over  the 
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476  NOTES. 

p.  186.  Da»Madohen  von  Orlaans  [Schiller „  translated 
by  C.  H.  Merivale. 
This  is  a  poetic  protest  against  the  foul  and  hollow 
ribaldry  of  Voltaire's  Pucelle  d'Orl^ans. 

p.  196.  Wurtemberg  ( UJdand),  translated  by  W.  W.  Ske  at. 

'Bloom?  not  in  every  province 

A  Weinsberg  alway  new  ?' 
Allusion  is  here  made  to  the  story  that  the  duke  of 
Bavaria,  being  besieged  in  the  castle  of  Weinsberg  by  Con- 
rad III,  was  obliged  to  surrender  at  discretion.  'The  emperor 
granted  the  duke  and  his  chief  officers  permission  to  retire 
unmolested;  but  the  duchess,  suspecting  Conrad,  begged 
that  she  and  the  other  women  in  the  castle  might  be  allowed 
to  come  out  with  as  much  as  each  of  them  could  carry,  to  be 
conducted  to  a  place  of  safety.  The  request  was  granted,  and, 
to  the  surprise  of  the  emperor  and  his  army,  the  duchess 
and  her  fair  companions  staggered  forth,  each  carrying  her 
husband.  A.D.  1140."  Epitome  of  Russell's  Modern 
Europe. 

p,  208,  Der  blinde  Konig  [Uhland),  translated  by  W.  W. 
Skeat. 
A  sad  misprint  has  crept  in  here,  p.  213,  line  15  —  y\i, 

'My  Bword  —  I  know  its  grinding  stroke.' 

What  was  meant,  is,  of  course ,  the  fine ,  expressive  word : 
griding.  —  See  Milton's **So  sore 

The  griding  sword  with  discontinuous  wound 

Pass'd  through  him  :    etc.'' 

Paradise  Lost,  Book  vi,  line  329  &c. 

p.  220.    Der  Student   (Uhland)  y    from  Blackwood's 
Magazine. 

This  translation,  which  appeared  in  the  May  No.  1836 
(not,  as  erroneously  printed  in  May  1S46,  when  a  story, 


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NOTES.  477 

entitled  '^The  student  pf  Salamanca"  appeared  in  the  Maga- 
zine) is  from  the  pen  —  now,  alas,  still  for  ever  ^  of  Professor 
Aytoun,  and  was  one  of  his  first  contributions  to  Black- 
Vood's,  for  whose  pages  ^on  Gaultier"  afterwards  wrote  so 
much  and  so  well.  —  The  Compiler  is  indebted  to  Mr.  John 
Blackwood ,  the  present  Editor ,  for  this  information ,  and 
for  permission  to  reprint  the  translation. 

p.  232.   Konig  Karrs  Meerfahrt  [Uhland],  translated  by 
W.  W.  Skeat. 

'King  Charles  with  all  his  doacSperes'  ^tc. 
The  twelve  peers   of  France    were    called  sometimes 
**douceperes",  from  tJie  French :  lesdouzepaires.  Thus 
Spencer:  — 

'Big-looking  like  a  haughty  doucfipere.' 

Faerie  Q^ueene.  iii,  10.  31. 

Stanza  IV :  '^ut  Alta  Clara's  sheen." 

Alta  Clara,  i.  e.  ''tall  and  bright",  was  the  name  of 
Oliver's  battle-sword.  Roland's  sword  was  named  D  u r  i n  - 
dana,  and  King  Charles -s  Joyeuse.  "W.  W.  S. 

p.  354.  Arion  (Schleffel),  translated  by  D.  J.  Mac  Car  thy. 
The  late  Dr.  Anster,  in  the  notes  to  his  unique  trans- 
lation of  the  second  part  of  Faust  (Faustus:  The  second 
part.  From  the  German  of  Goethe,  etc.,  London,  1864), 
in  reference  to  the  dialogue  between  the  H  e  r  o  1  d  and  ^he 
Knabenlenker,  and,  especially,  in  reference  to  the  lines : 

MUnd  welch  ein  zierliches  Oewand 
Tliesst  dir  von  Schaltern  zn  den  Socken, 
Mit  Purparsaam  nnd  Glitzertand  !« 

explains,  that  this  is  the  dress  of  Apollo  MusageteS; 
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478  NOTE«* 

which, is  dated ^^OTember  t863",  and  which  was  then 
published  for  the  first  time.  I  have  taken  the  liberty  of 
extending  Mrs.  Anster's  kind  permission  to  avail  myself  of 
the  late  J)r,  Anster's  Translation  'ad  libitum'  to  quote 
this  veruon  of  one  of  the  most  melodious  poc^ms  in  the 
German  Language  —  and  I  throw  myself  on  the  Translator's 
courtesy. 

p.  370.  Frauen-Ijiebe  und  Leben  {Chamtsso)^  translated 
by  Br.  A.  Baskerville. 

The  Translator,  Author  of  ''The  Poetry  of  Germany**, 
and  Headmaster  of  the  International  College  at  Godesberg, 
near  Bonn  on  the  Rhine,  writes,  in  reference  to  No.  8  of  the 
(English)  series  of  poems ,  which  form  the  charming ,  truly 
German,  whole:  *****  'Tour letter  caused  me  to  resume, 
for  a  moment ,  a  once  favourite  occupation ,  now  for  many 
years  put  aside.    I  have  translated  for  you  the  poem  you 

wished  to  have You  are  awaire  that  I  have  also 

omitted  the  fourth  of  the  original  series,  beginning : 

*I>ti  Ring  &n  m«in«m  Finger*, 
which  I  did  because  the  exchange  of  rings  in  betrothment 
is  unknown  in  England." 

p.  436.    „E8  ist  noch  eino  Buh'  vorhanden'*  {Kunth), 
translated  by  H.  L.  L. 

This  hymn ,  in  which  the  Compiler  feels  peculiarly  in- 
terested (because  it  was  composed  by  one  of  hia  maternal 
ancestors),  has  been,  at  his  special  request,  translated  by 
"H.  L.  L.",  a  lady  who  has  often  enriched  the  pages  of 
certain  Periodicals  by  her  sweet  renderings  of  sacred  Ger- 
man Poetry.  Mr.  Theodore  Kttbler,  in  his  deeply 
interesting  ^Historical  Notes  to  the  Lyra  Germanic  a** 
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NOTES.  479 

under  the  fpllpwing  peculiar  circumstances.  Kunth  travelled 
with  his  pious  patron,  Count  von  Henkel,  to  some  estates  in 
Silesia,  belonging  to  the  Count.  *  On  the  journey  the  coach 
broke  down ,  which  caused  considelrable  delay.  The  Count 
was  vexed  and  irritated,  and  bitterly  complained  of  the 
various  troubles  man  had  to  undergo  on  earth.  'Tes", 
replied  Kunth ;  'T)ut  there  remaineth  yet  a  rest  for  the  people 
of  God."  These  words  had  the  desired  effect:  the  pious 
Count's  irritation  was  at  once  dispelled.  Kunth,  soon  after- 
wards ,  took  a  walk ,  and  composed ,  in  the  open  air ,  this 
hymn,  whieh  after  his  return  he  read  aloud  to  the  edification 
and  delight  9f  his  fellow-travellers.  It  was  first  printed  in 
1733.  Subsequently  Kunth  became  superintendent  pastor  in 
Baruth,  in  Upper  Lusatia,  where  he  died  in  1779.  He  com- 
posed only  three  hymns ,  of  which  the  above  is  the  best 
known.  It  has  often  cheered  weary  Christians  on  their 
pilgrimage.  It  was  a  favourite  hymn  of  the  late  Dr.  Barth, 
in  Calw  (known  in  England  through  his  Church  History,  his 
children's  stories,  and  other  works) ;  and  his  mosrt;  intimate 
friend.  Dr.  Zeller,  in  Nagold,  a  most  excellent  Christian, 
died  on  the  12th  February,  1864,  just  as  the  last  verse  of 
this  hymn  was  being  sung  by  a  few  Christian  friends.  Mowes, 
the  author  of  several  beautiful  hymns ,  was ,  after  fearful 
sufferings,  comforted  in  his  last  moments  by  his  wife  reading 
this  hymn." 


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