[183] Lied des James Monmouth
Es zieht sich eine blutige Spur
Durch unser Haus von Alters,
Meine Mutter war seine Buhle nur
Die schöne Lucy Walters.
5 Am Abend war’s, leis wogte das Korn,
Sie...
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Young to the end through sympathy with youth,
Gray man of learning,—champion of truth!
Direct in rugged speech, alert in mind,
He felt his kinship with all humankind,
And never feared to trace development
Of high from low,—assured and full content
That man paid homage to the Mind above,
Uplifted by the “Royal Law of Love.”The...
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Popularly Known as “The Heathen Chinee”
WHICH I wish to remark—
And my language is plain—
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar:
Which the same I would rise to explain.Ah Sin was his name;
And I shall not deny
In regard to the same
What that name might...