Also with mute resignation she bore the grievous afflictionOf her betroth'd's sad death, a noble young man who, incitedBy the first fire of noble thoughts to struggle for freedom,Went himself to Paris, and soon found a terrible death there.Video's NameBehrisch, let spring's sweet smileNever gladden thy brow!Then winter's gloomy tempestsNever will shadow it o'er.
From the sparkling waterfalls,From the brook that purling calls,Shall Silenus' loathsome beastBe allow'd at will to feast?Aganippe's * wave he sipsWith profane and spreading lips,--With ungainly feet stamps madly,Till the waters flow on sadly.Video's NameAnd oh, may the agedStepmother WisdomHer gentle spiritNe'er seek to harm!
Across the fields he now must speed,Not over stumps and stones, indeed,But over meads and cornfields sweet,Trampling down all with clumsy feet."Video's NameSay, are yon boisterous crew going thy comrades to be?Foreign coasts will thou visit, and precious merchandise purchaseOrnaments meet for the rich matrons who dwell in the town.
The time for billeting comes next,The peasant curses it;Each nobleman is sorely vex'd'Tis hated by the cit.Video's Name-----AH, my maiden is going! she mounts the vessel! My monarchAEolus! potentate dread! keep ev'ry storm far away!"Oh, thou fool!" cried the god:"ne'er fear the blustering tempest;
The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious loveWas unrequited, and, alas, full sad;Video's NameWhen spreads the water-column, rising proudAll-sportive one, how gladly know I thee;When, e'en in forming, is transform'd the cloudAll-figure-changing-one, there know I thee.
Quickly the wise man advanced to the spot, and witness'd the maiden'sSilent vexation and tearful eyes and scarce-restrain'd sorrow.Video's NameAs from the smoke is freed the blazeSo let our faith burn bright!And if they crush our golden waysWho e'er can crush Thy light1799.
And many a soul that with him strove in fightAnd his great merit grudged to recognise,Now feels the impress of his wondrous mightAnd in his magic fetters gladly lies;E'en to the highest bath he winged his flightIn close communion link'd with all we prize.Video's Name"Alas, alas! oh what have I doneCan listening aught avail me?I hear him toward my room hasten onTo hail me.
Screaming falls she on him thereBut, alas, too late to save!Video's NameHer charms with equal joy we press'd,Her swelling cheeks anon caress'd,Lured onward by a yearning blestUpon her heaving bosom fell.
When, however, we reach'd the road that winds thro' the valley,Great was the crowd and the noise of the emigrants mix'd with the waggons.Video's NameAll were now in movement; a boy to the house of my fathRan at full speed and exclaim'd: "Hasten thee quick to the strandHoisted the sail is already, e'en now in the wind it is flutt'ringWhile the anchor they weigh, heaving it up from the sand;Come, Alexis, oh come!"--My worthy stout-hearted fathPress'd, with a blessin
Now that, Lord, this prayer is saidAs thy child acknowledge me;Or let one be born in-steadWho may link me on to thee!Didst not thou a BayadeAs a goddess heavenward raiseAnd we too to swell thy praise,Such a miracle would hear.Video's NameBut why in such frivolities confide?Perish the thought, with flattery to blind!
He willingly follow'd,And they descended in silence, revolving the weighty proposal.Video's NameAnd watch'd over us constantly, just as man is accustom'dHis eye's precious apple to guard, that dearest of members.
Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summitThrough the tempestuous night streaming fast over thy brow.Video's NameOnward, thou powerful keel, cleaving the waves as they foam!Bring me unto the foreign harbour, so that the goldsmiMay in his workshop prepare straightway the heavenly pledge!Ay, of a truth, the chain shall indeed be a chain, oh my Dora!
Ye, by toil on toil so sorely tried,Comfort take, the All is purified;And now man, as priest, may boldly dareFrom the stone God's image to prepare.Video's NameNow the cruel boy must piHeathrose fair and tender;Rosebud did her best to prick,--Vain 'twas 'gainst her fate to kickShe must needs surrender.
*-----BARBARIANS oft endeavoGods for themselves to makeBut they're more hideous evThan dragon or than snake.Video's NameHermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by ApolloYet were the hearts of the foes fruitlessly nourish'd by hope.