Anthologia Germanica, German anthology: a series of transl. from Germ. poets by J.C. Mangan, Volume 1 |
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Page 98 - Twas Paradise on Earth awhile, and then no more: Ah ! what avail my vigils pale, my magic lore ? She shone before mine eyes awhile, and then no more.
Page 97 - ... the dreams of the Blind, Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind. Man! canst thou build upon aught in the pride of thy mind? Wisdom will teach thee that nothing can tarry behind; Though there be thousand bright actions embalmed and enshrined, Myriads and millions of brighter are snow in the wind. Solomon ! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind.
Page 165 - Green in the hills, in the flowergroves blushing, Look ! she is always and everywhere one. Banish, then, mourner, the tears that are trickling Over the cheeks that should rosily bloom ; Why should a man, like a girl or a sickling, Suffer his lamp to be quenched in...
Page 164 - Nature is ringing with music and mirth. Lift up the looks that are sinking in sadness — Gaze ! and if Beauty can capture thy soul, Virtue herself will allure thee to gladness — Gladness, Philosophy's guerdon and goal.
Page 86 - O, Lady Eleanora von Alleyne ! Mayest bide until they come, O stately Lady Eleanor ! And thou and they may marry, but, for me, I must not tarry, I have won a wife already out of Spain, Virgin Lady Eleanora, Virgin Lady Eleanora von Alleyne !" Thereon he rode away, the gallant Margrave Gondibert, From Lady Eleanora von Alleyne.
Page 26 - I besought him for light and for lore : Toiler in vain ! leave the world to its mulishness, Things to their natures, and fools to their foolishness ; Granite was hard in the quarries of yore. And on the ice-crested heights of Armenia, And in the...
Page 99 - I saw her once, one little while, and then no more: The Earth was Peri-land awhile, and then no more. Oh, might I see but once again, as once before, Through chance or wile, that shape awhile, and then no more!
Page 148 - Weep ! Let us hear thy tears resound From the dark iron concave of life's cup of woe ! Weep for the souls of mankind bound In chains of error ! Our tears will flow In sympathy with thine, when thou hast wound Our feelings up to the proper pitch of grief or terror. "Unlock the life-gates of the flood That rushes through thy veins ! Like vultures, we delight To glut our appetites with blood ! Remorse, Fear, Torment, The blackening blight Love smites young hearts withal, — these be the food For us...
Page 93 - NATURE MORE THAN SCIENCE. I HAVE a thousand thousand lays, Compact of myriad myriad words, And so can sing a million ways, Can play at pleasure on the chords Of tuned harp or heart ; Yet is there one sweet song For which in vain I pine and long; I cannot reach that song, with all my minstrelart. A shepherd...
Page 153 - Kings, be just! Be just, if bold ! Loose where you may : bind only where you must!' " O pray for Lady Agnes ! Pray for the wretched Lady Agnes! "I, sinful one, in Orlamund I slew my children fair : Thence evermore, till time be o'er, my dole and my despair. Of that one crime in olden time was born my endless woe; For that one crime I wander now in darkness to and fro. Think ye of me, and what I dree, you whom no law controls, Who slay your people's holiest hopes, their liberties, their souls...