[161] An Ihren Genius.
Send’ ihr Blumen und Frücht’ aus nieversiegender Fülle,
Send’ ihr,...
[161] An Ihren Genius. Send’ ihr Blumen und Frücht’ aus nieversiegender Fülle, |
Wer bist du? wie zur Beute, breitet |
A giant came to me when I was young, “What wilt thou, O my Master?” he began, |
He cried aloud to God: “The men below |
Far out at sea—the sun was high, The little wanderer, who had lost |
From the Latin by Dr. James Cranstoun With dripping... |
SHALL lordly man, the theme of every lay, |
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