[76] Robert Blum
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In der Brigittenau bei Wien wogt fahles, dürres Gras im Winde,
Und wenn wir suchend niederknien und streichen es beiseit gelinde
Mit düstrem Blick und bleichem Mund, in wehmutsvollem, weichem Mute,...
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[140] Robert Blum.
November 1848.„Ists wahr? ists möglich? klangs von Mund zu Munde!
Wie konnte solche schlimme That geschehen?“
So fragend Tausende betroffen stehen
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Creusez, jeune ouvrier... Dans la nuit souterraine
Le vent du ciel apporte un parfum de printemps.
L’air est bleu, l’air est frais, remontez vers la plaine ;
Là, peut-être l’amour vous pleure dés longtemps.« Bientôt je reverrai la blonde Eléonore, »
Se disait le pâle Robert ;
Et dans ce vague espoir, il creuse, il creuse encore ;
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Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And Valmond, emperor of Allemaine,
Apparelled in magnificent attire,
With retinue of many a knight and squire,
On Saint John’s eve, at vespers, proudly sat
And heard the priests chant the Magnificat.
And as he listened o’er and o’er again
Repeated, like a burden or refrain,
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Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:
Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,
Spink, spank, spink;
Snug and safe is that nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers.
Chee, chee, chee.Robert of...
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Great spirits now on earth are sojourning:
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:
And lo! whose steadfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael’s...
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