As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind.–
Upon thy grave will people read:
This was a very man, indeed!
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AT first awhile sits he,
His features then I see,Distorted hideously,–An owl’s they might be now.What is it, askest thou?Is’t love, or is’t ennui?‘Tis both at once, I vow.
How fair doth Nature
How bright the sunbeams!How smiles the plain!The flow’rs are burstingFrom ev’ry bough,And thousand voicesEach bush yields now.And joy and gladnessFill ev’ry breast!Oh earth!–oh sunlight!Oh rapture blest!Oh love! oh loved one!As golden bright,As clouds of morningOn yonder height!Thou blessest gladlyThe smiling field,–The world in fragrantVapour conceal’d.Oh maiden, maiden,How love I thee!Thine eye, how gleams it!How lov’st…
THE look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress
He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this,Can he in aught beside find happiness?Removed from thee, friend-sever’d, in distress,These thoughts I vainly struggle to dismiss:They still return to that one hour of bliss,The only one; then tears my grief confess.But unawares the tear makes haste to dry:He loves, methinks, e’en to these glades so…
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record
Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,His grandson of whom we are telling.The Count as Crusader had blazon’d his fame,Through many a triumph exalted his name,And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,His castle still rear’d its proud head,But servants and wealth had all fled.‘Tis true that thou, Count, hast return’d to…
IN His blest name, who was His own creation,
The name of Him who makes our faith so bright,Love, confidence, activity, and might;In that One’s name, who, named though oft He be,Unknown is ever in Reality:As far as ear can reach, or eyesight dim,Thou findest but the known resembling Him;How high so’er thy fiery spirit hovers,Its simile and type it straight discoversOnward thou’rt drawn,…
THE sun appears! A glorious sight!
What could this wondrous pair unite?How to explain this riddle? How?HATEM.May this our joy’s foreboder prove!In it I view myself and thee;Thou calmest me thy sun, my love,–Come, my sweet moon, cling thou round me!