Stray leaves, including translations from the lyric poets of Germany, with brief notices of their worksTreuttel & Würtz, 1827 - 165 Seiten |
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afar amid arms beam beneath blest bloom bosom breast breath bright constant maid dark death delight dreams dwell earth echo fair fairer fame father-land's not bounded feeling flag of Spain fleur-de-lys flowers foreign band freedom's friends gaze German Muse German's father-land gloom glow Goethe golden grave Greece hallow'd hand happy happy golden Haste hath hear heard heart heaven hills hoary holy hope immortal kiss land last embrace light lonely look Madame de Staël Matthisson mother's native ne'er Neath o'er peace poet's Poets rapture rejoice Rhine rose sacred scene Schiller shed shudd'ring sigh sing smile soft solitude song sorrow sound sound Of drums spirit spring star Stolberg stream summer sweet sweeter sweetest tear tell tempest tender thee thine thou thrilling tomb Translator tree vale voice vow To thee wander'd wandering warm wave weep wild youth
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Seite 78 - In honours and in triumphs great? Ah no, no, no ! His father-land's not bounded so ! Which is the German's father-land...
Seite 106 - Thuringia's hills, for instance, are aspiring To rear a juice like wine ; But that is all ; nor mirth nor song inspiring, It breathes not of the vine. And other hills, with buried treasures glowing, For wine are far too cold ; Though iron ores and cobalt there are growing, And chance some paltry gold. The Rhine, — the Rhine, — there grow the gay plantations ! O, hallowed be the Rhine ! Upon his banks are brewed the rich potations Of this consoling wine.
Seite 77 - t Prussia's or Swabia's land? Is 't where the Rhine's rich vintage streams ? Or where the Northern sea-gull screams ? Ah, no, no, no ! His fatherland's not bounded so ! Which is the German's fatherland ? Come, tell me now the famous land ! Doubtless, it is the Austrian state, In honors and in triumphs great.
Seite 77 - s not bounded so ! Which is the German's fatherland? Come, tell me now the famous land. Doubtless, it is the Austrian state, In honors and in triumphs great. — Ah, no, no, no ! His fatherland...
Seite 79 - German father-land Where oaths attest the grasped hand — Where truth beams from the sparkling eyes, And in the heart love warmly lies — • That is the landThere, brother, is thy father-land. That is the German's father-land Where wrath pursues the foreign band ; Where every Frank is held a foe, And Germans all as brothers glow — That is the land — All Germany's thy father-land...
Seite 106 - We, Germans, love the Rhine. Our fatherland we tha.nk for such a blessing, And many more beside ; And many more, though little show possessing, Well worth our love and pride. Not everywhere the vine bedecks our border, As well the mountains show, That harbour in their bosoms foul disorder ; Not worth their room below.
Seite 78 - Tyrol, or the land of Tell? Such lands and people please me well. — Ah, no, no, no! His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? Come, tell me now the famous land. Doubtless, it is the Austrian state, In honors and in triumphs great.
Seite 70 - ... that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms; And when Ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands.
Seite 106 - ... inspiring, It breathes not of the vine. And other hills, with buried treasures glowing, For wine are far too cold ; Though iron ores and cobalt there are growing, And chance some paltry gold. The Rhine, — the Rhine, — there grow the gay plantations ! O, hallowed be the Rhine ! Upon his banks are brewed the rich potations Of this consoling wine. Drink to the Rhine ! and every coming morrow Be mirth and music thine ! And when we meet a child of care and sorrow, We '11 send him to the Rhine.
Seite 87 - Neath thy linden's gloom ! Fair thy sun that flings around Genial light and heat. — To my father's household gate Let me bend my feet ; There, forgetting all the past, I will rest in peace at last ! FRIEDRICH GOTTLIEB KLOPSTOCK.