Praise or blame he ever loves;
None in prose confess an error,
Yet we do so, void of terror,
In the Muses’ silent groves.
What I err’d in, what corrected,
What I suffer’d, what effected,
To this wreath as flow’rs belong;
For the aged, and the youthful,
And the vicious, and the truthful,
All are fair when viewed in song.
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Nought in God’s presence changeth e’er,–Love him, for this one moment, then, in me.
BETWEEN wheatfield and corn,
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THE three holy kings with their star’s bright ray,–
They like to eat and drink away,They eat and drink, but had rather not pay.The three holy kings have all come here,In number not four, but three they appear;And if a fourth join’d the other three,Increased by one their number would be.The first am I,–the fair and the white,I ought to be seen when the…
AND have I lost thee evermore?
Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,Thine ev’ry word, thine ev’ry tone.As when at morn the wand’rer’s eyeAttempts to pierce the air in vain,When, hidden in the azure sky,The lark high o’er him chaunts his strain:So do I cast my troubled gazeThrough bush, through forest, o’er the lea;Thou art invoked by all my lays;Oh,…
LIST, and in memory bear
Love, when aroused, kept trueRustan and Rad!Strangers approach from farJoseph and Suleika;Love, void of hope, is inFerhad and Schirin.Born for each other areMedschnun and Lily;Loving, though old and grey,Dschemil saw Boteinah.Love’s sweet caprice anon,Brown maid and Solomon!If thou dost mark them well,Stronger thy love will swell.
THE hero’s noble shade stands high
And as the ship is sailing by,He speeds it on his way.‘See with what strength these sinews thrill’d!This heart, how firm and wild!These bones, what knightly marrow fill’d!This cup, how bright it smil’d!‘Half of my life I strove and fought,And half I calmly pass’d;And thou, oh ship with beings fraught,Sail safely to the last!’