Pennsylvania-German Dialect Writings and Their Writers: A Paper Prepared at the Request of the Pennsylvania-German Society

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Press of the New Era Printing Company, 1918 - Authors, Pennsylvania German - 400 pages
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Page 307 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 142 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 290 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
Page 297 - M not a chicken ; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That gale I well remember ; The day before, my kite-string snapped, And I, my kite pursuing, The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat; — For me two storms were brewing...
Page 298 - My breeches ! O my breeches ! " That night I saw them in my dreams, How changed from what I knew them ! The dews had steeped their faded threads, The winds had whistled through them ! I saw the wide and ghastly rents Where demon claws had torn them ; A hole was in their amplest part, As if an imp had worn them.
Page 36 - Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt, der in den Zweigen wohnet,. das Lied, das aus der Kehle dringt, ist Lohn, der reichlich lohnet,. doch darf ich bitten, bitt' ich eins: Laß mir den besten Becher Weins in purem Golde reichen!
Page 290 - Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame. Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, That lay their eggs, and sting and sing And weave their petty cells and die. Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day.
Page 297 - Before the fire was flashing, — A little stir among the clouds, Before they rent asunder, — A little rocking of the trees, And then came on the thunder. Lord ! how the ponds and rivers boiled, And how the shingles rattled ! And oaks were scattered on the ground, As if the Titans...
Page 298 - My breeches! O my breeches!" That night I saw them in my dreams, How changed from what I knew them\ The dews had steeped their faded threads, The winds had whistled through them; I saw the wide and ghastly rents Where demon claws had torn them; A hole was in their amplest part, As if an imp had worn them. I have had many happy years, And tailors kind and clever, But those young pantaloons have gone Forever and forever ! And not till fate has cut the last Of all my earthly stitches, This aching heart...
Page 306 - Was reimt sich nur auff agen und auff acht? Doch eh ich kan mein Reim-Register fragen, Und in dem Sinn das ABC durchjagen, So wird bereits der halbe Theil belacht. Kan ich nun noch sechs Verse...

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