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“When stars are in the quiet skies” |
Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton |
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English |
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea!
For thoughts, like waves that glide by night,
Are stillest when they shine;
Mine earthly love lies hushed in light... |
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“When the frost is on the punkin” |
James Whitcomb Riley |
1869 |
English |
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder ’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O it ’s then ’... |
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“When the hounds of spring” |
Algernon Charles Swinburne |
1857 |
English |
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
And the brown bright nightingale amorous
Is half assuaged for Itylus,
For the... |
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“When this cruel war is over” |
Anonymous |
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English |
DEAREST love, do you remember
When we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me
Kneeling at my feet?
Oh, how proud you stood before me
In your suit of blue,
When you vowed to me... |
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“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” |
William Shakespeare |
1584 |
English |
Sonnet Xxx.
when to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends... |
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“When your beauty appears” |
Thomas Parnell |
1690 |
English |
“WHEN your beauty appears,
In its graces and airs,
All bright as an angel new dropt from the skies,
At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears,
So strangely you dazzle my eyes!
“But when without art
Your kind thoughts you... |
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“Whenas in silks my Julia goes” |
Robert Herrick |
1611 |
English |
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowes
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
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“Where are the men?” |
Taliesin |
554 |
English |
From the Welsh by Thomas Oliphant
WHERE are the men who went forth in the morning,
Hope brightly beaming in every face?
Fearing no danger,—the Saxon foe scorning,—
Little thought they of defeat or disgrace!
Fallen is their chieftain—his glory departed—... |
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“Where are you going, my pretty maid?” |
Anonymous |
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English |
“where are you going, my pretty maid?”
“I am going a-milking, sir,” she said.
“May I go with you, my pretty maid?”
“You ’re kindly welcome, sir,” she said.
“What is your father, my pretty maid?”
“My father ’s a farmer, sir,” she said.
“What is your... |
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“Where lies the land?” |
Arthur Hugh Clough |
1839 |
English |
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
On sunny noons upon the deck’s smooth face,
Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here... |
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“Why so pale and wan?” |
Sir John Suckling |
1629 |
English |
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Pr’y thee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Pr’y thee, why so pale?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Pr’y thee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can... |
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“Why thus longing?” |
Harriet Winslow Sewall |
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English |
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far off, unattained, and dim,
While the beautiful, all round thee lying,
Offers up its low perpetual hymn?
Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching,
All thy restless yearnings it would still;... |
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“Woodman, spare that tree” |
George Pope Morris |
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English |
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I ’ll protect it now.
’T was my forefather’s hand
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not!
That... |
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“Wreathe the bowl” |
Thomas Moore |
1799 |
English |
WREATHE the bowl
With flowers of soul,
The brightest wit can find us;
We ’ll take a flight
Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us!
Should Love amid
The wreaths be hid
... |
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“Ye Mariners of England” |
Thomas Campbell |
1797 |
English |
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe!
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;... |
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“’T is but a little faded flower” |
Ellen Clementine Howarth |
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English |
’t Is but a little faded flower,
But oh, how fondly dear!
’T will bring me back one golden hour,
Through many a weary year.
I may not to the world impart
The secret of its power,
But treasured in my inmost heart,
I keep my faded... |
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“’T is the last rose of summer” |
Thomas Moore |
1799 |
English |
From “Irish Melodies”
’T IS the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud, is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh! ... |
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„Alle Vögel sind schon da“ |
Karl Kraus |
1920 |
German |
Das Zimmer schweigt und vor dem Fenster
brütet der Sonntag seinen Plan,
führt auf dies stumme Ab und An,
die Pantomime der Gespenster.
5 Und rechts und links in meinem Zimmer
hängt was gewesen an der Wand,
ein toter Freund reicht seine Hand
und... |
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„Brüder!“ |
Christian Morgenstern |
1914 |
German |
„Brüder!“ – Hört das Wort!
Soll’s ein Wort nur bleiben?
Soll’s nicht Früchte treiben
fort und fort?
5 Oft erscholl der Schwur!
Ward auch oft gehalten –
doch in engem, alten
Sinne nur.
Oh, sein neuer Sinn!
10 Lernt ihn... |
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„Grüße!!!“ |
Richard Dehmel |
1893 |
German |
[13] „Grüße!!!“
Postkarte von und an Arno Holz.
Drei Ausrufungzeichen und „Lieber Freund“ –
hat er das blos so hingemeint?... |
