‘Slowly run from the one, the hours of lovers when parted;
While through the other they rush swiftly, as soon as they meet.’
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Now I leave this cottage lowly,
And with silent footstep slowlyThrough the darksome forest roam,Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,And the waving birch-tree blushes,Scattering round her incense sweet.Grateful are the cooling breezesOf this beauteous summer night,Here is felt the charm that pleases,And that gives the soul delight.Boundless is my joy; yet, Heaven,Willingly I’d leave to theeThousand…
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The father it is, with his infant so dear;He holdeth the boy tightly clasp’d in his arm,He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.‘My son, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?’‘Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?’‘My son, ’tis the mist rising…
Sir Wit, who is so much esteem’d,
Saw Beauty his superior deem’dBy folks who loved to gaze upon her;At this he was most sorely vex’d.Then came Sir Breath (long known as fitTo represent the cause of wit),Beginning, rudely, I admit,To treat the lady with a text.To this she hearken’d not at all,But hasten’d to his principal:‘None are so wise, they say, as…
MAHADEVA, Lord of earth
As a man of mortal birth,–Like him, feeling joy and woe.Hither loves he to repair,And his power behind to leave;If to punish or to spare,Men as man he’d fain perceive.And when he the town as a trav’ller hath seen,Observing the mighty, regarding the mean,He quits it, to go on his journey, at eve.He was leaving…
HASTEN thee, Kronos!
Downhill goeth thy path;Loathsome dizziness ever,When thou delayest, assails me.Quick, rattle along,Over stock and stone let thy trotInto life straightway leadNow once moreUp the toilsome ascentHasten, panting for breath!Up, then, nor idle be,–Striving and hoping, up, up!Wide, high, glorious the viewGazing round upon life,While from mount unto mountHovers the spirit eterne,Life eternal foreboding.Sideways a roof’s…
LEADER.
Let the wine unsparing run!Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?Hast thou all thy duty done?SOLO.Two young folks–the thing is curious–Loved each other; yesterdayBoth quite mild, to-day quite furious,Next day, quite the deuce to pay!If her neck she there was stooping,He must here needs pull his hair.I revived their spirits drooping,And they’re now a happy pair.CHORUS.Surely…