• Das Wasser (Christian Morgenstern)

    [51] Das Wasser

    Ohne Wort, ohne Wort
    rinnt das Wasser immerfort;
    andernfalls, andernfalls
    spräch’ es doch nichts andres als:

    5 Bier und Brot, Lieb und Treu, –
    und das wäre auch nicht neu....

    Christian Morgenstern

  • Die Luft (Christian Morgenstern)

    [52] Die Luft

    Die Luft war einst dem Sterben nah.

    ‚Hilf mir, mein himmlischer Papa‘,
    so rief sie mit sehr trübem Blick,
    ‚ich werde dumm, ich werde dick;
    5 du weißt ja sonst für alles Rat –
    ...

    Christian Morgenstern

  • The Dying Christian to His Soul

    Vital spark of heavenly flame!
    Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
    Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
    O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
    Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
    And let me languish into life!

    Hark! they whisper; angels say,
    Sister spirit, come away!
    What is this absorbs me quite?
    Steals my senses, shuts my...

    Alexander Pope

  • Hans Christian Andersen

    1805–1875
    a Being cleaves the moonlit air,
      With eyes of dew and plumes of fire,
    New-born, immortal, strong and fair;
            Glance ere he goes!
    His feet are shrouded like the dead,
      But in his face a wild desire
    Breaks like the dawn that flushes red,
            And like a rose.

    The stars shine out above his path,...

    Edmund Gosse

  • Christian Forbearance

    Christian Forbearance


    I was angry with my friend:

    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

    I was angry with my foe:

    I told it not, my wrath did grow.


    And I water'd it in fears

    Night & morning with my tears;

    And I sunned it with smiles,

    And with soft deceitful...

  • Christian Hymns for Public and Private Worship/Prayer at Sea

    Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes,

       Where sire and child devoutly kneel,

    While through the open casement nigh

       The vernal blossoms firagrant steal.


    Prayer may be sweet in stately halls.

       Where heart with kindred heart is blent,

    And upward to th' eternal throne

      The hymn...

  • The Dying Christian to his Soul

    VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

      Quit, O quit this mortal frame:

      Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,

      O the pain, the bliss of dying!

    Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,

    And let me languish into life.

     

      Hark! they whisper; angels say,

      Sister Spirit...

  • Her Christian Name. To The Same.

       A VERY good fish, very good way of selling

    A very bad thing, with a little bad spelling,

    Make the name by the parson and godfather giv'n,

    When a Christian was made of an angel from heav'n.