Kind young spring-gods to the view,
Sporting on an airy band.
Zephyr, bear it on the wing,
Twine it round my loved one’s dress;
To her glass then let her spring,
Full of eager joyousness.
Roses round her let her see,
She herself a youthful rose.
Grant, dear life, one look to me!
‘Twill repay me all my woes,
What this bosom feels, feel thou.
Freely offer me thy hand;
Let the band that joins us now
Be no fragile rosy band!
Tho’ talk may be hush’d, yet the glasses ring clear,Remember then: ERGO BIBAMUS!In truth ’tis an old, ’tis an excellent word,With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirr’d,And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,A glorious ERGO BIBAMUS!I saw mine own love in her beauty so rare,And bethought me of: ERGO BIBAMUS;So I…
Each house in ruins lies,No town can stand.And shall my bosom’s chain,–This plaster wall,To think one moment, deign,–Shall I not fall?
And if a master thou wouldst be,The world will view it angrily;And if in status quo thou stay,That thou art but a fool, they’ll say.
Brought a brimming bowl of nectarFrom the glorious realms of heavenAs a blessing for his creatures,And to pour into their bosomsImpulses for arts ennobling,She with rapid footstep hasten’d,Fearing Jupiter might see her,And the golden goblet trembled,And there fell a few drops from itOn the verdant plain beneath her.Then the busy bees flew thitherStraightway, eagerly to…
Between pasture and tree,Where’s my sweetheartTell it me!Sweetheart caught INot at home;She’s then, thought I.Gone to roam.Fair and lovingBlooms sweet May;Sweetheart’s roving,Free and gay.By the rock near the wave,Where her first kiss she gave,On the greensward, to me,–Something I see!Is it she?
in all the treetopsyou feelbarely a breeze;The birds in the forest havestopped their songWait, before longyou too will be still.
