Es nannten ihre Bücher
Die alten sonst nach Göttern,
Nach Musen und nach Freunden,
Doch keiner nach der Liebsten;
Warum sollt’ ich, Annette,
Die Du mir Gottheit, Muse,
Und Freund mir bist, und alles,
Dieß Buch nicht auch nach Deinem
Geliebten Nahmen nennen?
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Anonymous translation from the German “Ohne Hast, ohne Rast.” WITHOUT haste! without rest! Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell: Storm and sunshine guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Bear it onward to the tomb. Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed Mar for... |
From the German by Thomas Carlyle From “Wilhelm Meister” “KNOW’ST thou the land where citron-apples bloom, And oranges like gold in leafy gloom, A gentle wind from deep-blue heaven blows, The myrtle thick, and high the laurel grows? Know’st thou it then? ’T is there! ’T is... |
From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks THE WATERS purled, the waters swelled,— A fisher sat near by, And earnestly his line beheld With tranquil heart and eye; And while he sits and watches there, He sees the waves divide, And, lo! a maid, with glistening hair, Springs from the... |
From the German by Sir Theodore Martin and William Edmondstoune Aytoun WHO rides so late through the midnight blast? ’T is a father spurs on with his child full fast; He gathers the boy well into his arm, He clasps him close and he keeps him warm. “My son, why thus to my arm dost cling?”— “... |
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Qui chevauche si tard à travers la nuit et le vent ? « Mon fils, pourquoi cette peur, pourquoi te cacher ainsi le visage ? |
