Were but My Spirit Loosed upon the Air |
Louise Chandler Moulton |
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Were but my spirit loosed upon the air,—
By some High Power who could Life’s chains unbind,
Set free to seek what most it longs to find,—
To no proud Court of Kings would I repair:
I would but climb, once more, a narrow stair,
When day was wearing late,... |
Were it but Me that gained the Height — |
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Were it but Me that gained the Height —
Were it but They, that failed!
How many things the Dying play
Might they but live, they would!
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Were it to be the last |
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Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked —
Our final interview.
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Were natural mortal lady |
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Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime —
How rapid, how momentous —
What exigencies were —
But nature will be ready
And... |
Were-Wolf |
Julian Hawthorne |
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Runs the wind along the waste,
Run the clouds across the moon,
Ghastly shadows run in haste
From snowy dune to dune—
Blue shadows o’er the ghastly white
Spectral gleaming in the night.
But ghastlier, more spectral still,
What fearful thing... |
Werinhers Bergfahrt |
Karl Stieler |
1908 |
German |
Lenz im Walde Es sprach der Abt von Tegrinsee: "Schon nisten unsere Schwalben,... |
Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee |
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Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure —
Wert Thou but Stranger in ungracious country —
And Mine — the Door... |
Werther |
Francisco Javier Salazar Arboleda |
1844 |
Spanish |
La Aurora.
Yo le miré; cual húmedo rocío
bañaba sus mejillas flébil llanto,
el ¡ay! de la agonía era su canto,
y su albor el pesar triste y sombrío.
El Mediodía.
Yo lo miré; inextinguible fuego
su corazón y su alma devoraba;
el rayo del dolor su... |
Weß ist das Bild und die Ueberschrift? |
Julie von Hausmann |
1902 |
German |
HErr, präge Du Dein Bildnis Mir tief in meinen Sinn, Dann kann ich dankend rühmen, Daß ich gebildet bin. Und Deinen heil'gen Namen Schreib' an die Stirne mir, Mein ganzes Wesen zeige, Daß ich... |
Weserfahrt |
Louise Otto-Peters |
1893 |
German |
[90] Weserfahrt.
Und mögen sie dichten und singen
Vom alten deutschen Rhein.
Mein Lied soll der Weser erklingen,... |
Westfalen |
Heinrich Kämpchen |
1909 |
German |
[54] Westfalen [1]).
Westfalenland, dich will ich preisen,
Du bist noch... |
Westindien |
Gertrud Kolmar |
1960 |
German |
Die Welt ist braune und weiße Erde; Komm, wir teilen die Welt! Nimm den Westen hin, daß ich Osten werde Und felsig aufbreche, du Feld. In meinem Becher von Jade will Seltsam kostbare Freuden ich finden, ... |
Westminster |
Auguste Barbier |
1841 |
French |
« Westminster ! Westminster ! Sur cette terre vaine
Suis-je toujours en butte aux clameurs de la haine ?
Avant d’avoir subi le jugement de Dieu
Suis-je au regard des miens toujours digne du feu ?
Hélas ! Mes tristes os languissent dans mes terres,
Mon... |
Westward Ho! |
Joaquin Miller |
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What strength! what strife! what rude unrest!
What shocks! what half-shaped armies met!
A mighty nation moving west,
With all its steely sinews set
Against the living forests. Hear
The shouts, the shots of pioneer,
The rended forests, rolling... |
Wetterhäuschen |
Kurt Tucholsky |
1919 |
German |
[17] Wetterhäuschen
Mal gehts uns gut. Dann brüllt der Chor der Rache.
Die Weltenunterjocher werden wild.
Der... |
Wetterleuchten |
Conrad Ferdinand Meyer |
1905 |
German |
Im Garten schritt ich durch die Lenzesnacht. Des Jahres erste Blitze loderten. Die jungen Blüten glommen feuerrot Und blichen wieder dann. Ein schönes Spiel, Davor ich stillehielt... |
Wettlauf |
Joachim Ringelnatz |
1920 |
German |
[10] Wettlauf
Publikum ungeduldig scharrt –
Scharren lassen – hier Start –
Taschentuch? keins –
Schweiß –
5 heiß –
zum Beweis
des Nichtaufgeregtseins:
Billett Spucke kneten.
Achtung: eins!
10 Nicht mehr Zeit auszutreten –... |
Wettstreit |
Georg Scheurlin |
1858 |
German |
Erd' und Himmel wollten rechten, Wer im schönsten Schmucke glänze, Und der Himmel ließ sich flechten Um das Haupt die Sternenkränze, Und den Bogen spannt' er kühn, Hieß den Mond, die Sonne leuchten, Und aus dunklem... |
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer — |
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —
What care the Dead for Day?
'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face —
And Purple Ribaldry — of Morning
Pour as blank on them
As on the Tier of Wall
The Mason... |
What did They do since I saw Them? |
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What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
That could I snatch Their Faces
That could Their lips reply
Not till the last was answered... |