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Page 131 - One on earth in silence wrought, And his grave in silence sought ; But the younger, brighter form Passed in battle and in storm. " So, whene'er I turn my eye Back upon the days gone by, Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, Friends who closed their course before me.
Page 131 - MANY a year is in its grave, Since I crossed this restless wave; And the evening, fair as ever, Shines on ruin, rock, and river. Then in this same boat beside Sat two comrades old and tried, — One with all a father's truth, One with all the fire of youth. One on earth in silence wrought, And his grave in silence sought; But the younger, brighter form Passed in battle and in storm.
Page 112 - SWORD at my left side gleaming! Why is thy keen glance beaming, So fondly bent on mine ? I love that smile of thine ! Hurrah ! " " Borne by a trooper daring, « My looks his fire-glance wearing, I arm a freeman's hand : This well delights thy brand ! Hurrah ! " " Ay, good sword ! Free I wear thee; And, true heart's love, I bear thee, Betrothed one, at my side, As my dear, chosen bride ! Hurrah ! " " To thee till death united, Thy steel's bright life is plighted ; Ah, were my love but tried ! When...
Page 29 - O come and go with me, no longer delay, Or else, silly child, I will drag thee away.' 'O father! O father! now, now, keep your hold, The Erl-King has seized me — his grasp is so cold!' Sore trembled the father; he spurr'd thro...
Page 4 - DIE, aged prophet ! Lo, thy crown of palms Has long been springing, and the tear of joy Quivers on angel-lids Astart to welcome thee ! Why linger? Hast thou not already built Above the clouds thy lasting monument ? Over thy " Night Thoughts," too, The pale freethinkers watch, And feel there 's prophecy amid the song, When of the dead-awakening trump it speaks, Of coming final doom, And the wise will of Heaven. Die ! Thou hast taught me that the name of death Is to the just a glorious sound of joy...
Page 131 - Then, in this same hoat, beside, Sat two comrades old and tried ; One with all a father's truth, One with all the fire of youth. " One on earth in silence wrought, And his grave in silence sought ; But the younger, brighter form Passed in battle and in storm.
Page 87 - Tramp, tramp, across the land they speede ; Splash, splash, across the see : " Hurrah ! the dead can ride apace ; Dost feare to ride with mee ? LV.
Page 113 - Thou wild, dear steel, art ringing? Why clanging with delight, So eager for the fight ? Hurrah ! " Well may thy scabbard rattle : Trooper, I pant for battle ; Right eager for the fight, I clang with wild delight. Hurrah ! " Why thus, my love, forth creeping9 Stay in thy chamber, sleeping; Wait still, in the narrow room : Soon for my bride I come.
Page 2 - Yes, by the bards, I grew up with thee in the grove of oaks : " But a tale had reached me that thou wast no more. Pardon, O Muse, if thou beest immortal, pardon that I but now learn it.
Page 88 - Tis hither we are bound :" And many a tombstone ghastly white Lay in the moonshyne round. And when he from his steed alytte, His armure, black as cinder, Did moulder, moulder all awaye, As were it made of tinder. His head became a naked skull ; Nor hair nor eyne had he : His body grew a skeleton, Whilome so blithe of ble.