German love, tr. with the sanction of the author [F.M. Müller] by S. Winkworth1858 |
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German Love, Tr. with the Sanction of the Author [F.M. Muller] by S. Winkworth Max Muller No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 69 - Ueber alien Gipfeln 1st Ruh, In alien Wipfeln Spiirest du Kaum einen Hauch ; Die Vogelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch.
Page 33 - His genuine self, and force him to obey Even in his own despite his being's law, Bade through the deep recesses of our breast The unregarded river of our life Pursue with indiscernible flow its way; And that we should not see The buried stream, and seem to be Eddying at large in blind uncertainty, Though driving on with it eternally.
Page 34 - But deep enough, alas ! none ever mines. And we have been on many thousand lines, And we have shown, on each, spirit and power; But hardly have we, for one little hour, Been on our own line, have we been ourselves...
Page 60 - What joy to hear thee, and to see ! Thy elder brother I would be, Thy father, anything to thee ! Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense. In spots like these it is we prize Our memory, feel that she hath eyes ; Then, why should I be loth to stir ? I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland...
Page 63 - ... birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
Page 60 - What joy to hear thee, and to see ! Thy elder Brother I would be, Thy Father — anything to thee ! Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place. Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompence. In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes : Then, why should I be loth to stir ? I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland...
Page 34 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life ; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course ; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us — to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Page 58 - Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake; This little bay; a quiet road That holds in shelter thy Abode — In truth together do ye seem Like something fashioned in a dream; Such Forms as from their covert peep When earthly cares are...
Page 33 - And turn those limpid eyes on mine, And let me read there, love ! thy inmost soul. Alas ! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak ? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel ? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved j I knew they lived and moved Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest Of men, and alien to themselves...
Page 59 - Soft smiles, by human kindness bred; And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech: A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind Thus beating up against the wind. What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful? O happy...