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beam bear beauty Beneath bier blessed bloom blue heaven blue Moselle boyhood's breast breath bright BULWER LYTTON BUSENTO calmly sleep castle Charlemagne clouds cold dark dead dear arms deep dreams DRINKING SONG earth faded fair flower foam FORGET-ME-NOT Frau Freedom freshen'd gazed GEAVE glance gleam glide glittering gloom glow golden grave green grief heard heart heaven holy hope KNIGHT LANDLADY'S LITTLE DAUGHTER LAY OF CHRISTMAS life's light linger lone love's LURLEY maiden MIDNIGHT REVIEW mighty MINSTRELS CURSE moonbeams MOUNTAIN VOICE mournful neath never once onward pale form pass'd peace PICTURE BIBLE pleasant poem POOR SOUL portals proud rapture rest Rhine roam roll'd roses SCHILLER shade sheen shine singing slumber smile song sorrow sound sparkling sparkling wine spirit spring strain stream sweep sweet love swiftly sword thee thou TOGGENBURG tomb translated trumpet Twas vision wander wave weary wended wine Wings youth
Page 41 - WINGS ! to bear me over Mountain and vale away ; Wings ! to bathe my spirit In morning's sunny ray. Wings ! that I may hover At morn above the sea ; Wings ! thro' life to bear me And death triumphantly.
Page 3 - In his arms took up the Spirit, To heal of all its woe. " In gentle accents speaking Full of sweet peace and love ' Come with me, hapless Spirit, To Heaven's bright realms above. " But the mournful Spirit answered, ' I'd pass a life of pain, Could I revisit only The bright green earth again. " ' A thousand years of penance In torture I would dwell, To see for one brief instant Him whom I loved so well.' " A glance of tender pity In the Angel's eye had birth, As he bore the weeping Spirit Again to...
Page 2 - A spirit once lay sighing Beyond that dim unknown, Where through long years of penance The souls of mortals groan. " ' And still,' sighed the poor spirit, ' A thousand years of pain I'd live, could I behold once more Mine own dear love again.' " From heaven an Angel floating, With wings as white as snow, In his arms took up the Spirit, To heal of all its woe. " In gentle accents speaking Full of sweet peace and love ' Come with me, hapless Spirit, To Heaven's bright realms above. " But the mournful...
Page 5 - Then sighed the Spirit, weeping, ' I cannot enter there ; A thousand years of penance 'Tis yet my lot to bear.
Page 4 - When they near'd the ancient lindens, Where the pleasant waters flow, There sat her heart's beloved, But he loved another now. " For 'neath the waving shadows Of their ancient trysting-place, A gentle maid reclining, Was locked in love's embrace.
Page 50 - And they come to a small hostel, Where, in the time of old. Rich wine of Asmanshauser, The good Frau Wirthin sold. " We know the juice is famous, Which from thy grape is press'd ; Come, then — a flagon give us, Frau Wirthin! of thy best.
Page 114 - Thus they clatter, and chatter, and frolic in saal, Amid benches and tables all prancing ; Till the banqueting-room offers welcome to all, And supper succeeds to the dancing. The dainties so magic, are sliced so fine ; With roebuck, and wild-fowl, and fish from the Rhine...
Page 51 - O'er her couch the funeral veil, Bent down, and kiss'd the maiden Upon her lips so pale : ' To thee the dearest homage I gave, which heart can pay ; Stern Death may take thy beauty, But not my love — away 1' " This poem is illustrated by one of the best and most characteristic engravings in the volume.
Page 115 - But here let us sing of what later took place, When the revelry ceased and the noise ; How the pageant, devised by the frolicsome race, The Count now adopts and enjoys. So the trumpet is heard, with its musical strain— A splendid procession moves over the plain, With chariots and horsemen, a numberless train ; All cordially joining, so happy and gay, To honour the nuptials we witness to-day.
Page 112 - ... servant attending — your rooms in sad plight; But patiently wait the return of daylight: In the meantime the moonbeams will show you where best, On some straw as a couch you may lie down and rest." There, seeking repose, half asleep as he lay, Something moves about under his bed; Perhaps a starved rat may be rustling his way — For a long time a stranger to bread : When, lo ! issues forth a diminutive wight — An elegant Fay in a circle of light— Who, with action so graceful, and speech...