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To an apple-woman’s stall
Longing much to purchase all,They with joyous haste beganSnatching up the piles there raised,While with eager eyes they gazedOn the rosy fruit so nice;But when they found out the price,Down they threw the whole they’d got,Just as if they were red hot.*The man who gratis will his goods supplyWill never find a lack of folks…
OLD age is courteous–no one more:
But nobody says, ‘Walk in, sir, pray!’Yet turns he not from the door away,But lifts the latch, and enters with speed.And then they cry ‘A cool one, indeed!’
To my garden here translated,
Nourishes the initiatedWith it’s meaning’s mystery.Is its leaf one self divided,Forked into a shape of strife?Or have two of them decidedOn a symbiotic life?This I answer without troubleAnd am qualified to know:I am single, I am double,And my poems tell you so.
FATE now allows us,
And the upstarting,Happy to be;And at the call ofMemory cherish’d,Future and perish’dMoments we see.Seasons of anguish,–Ah, they must everTruth from woe sever,Love and joy part;Days still more worthySoon will unite us,Fairer songs light us,Strength’ning the heart.We, thus united,Think of, with gladness,Rapture and sadness,Sorrow now flies.Oh, how mysteriousFortune’s direction!Old the connection,New-born the prize!Thank, for this, Fortune,Wavering…
THIS page a chain to bring thee burns,
On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,In many a hundred little fold.To please the silly thing consent!‘Tis harmless, and from boldness free;By day a trifling ornament,At night ’tis cast aside by thee.But if the chain they bring thee ever,Heavier, more fraught with weal or woe,I’d then, Lisette, reproach thee neverIf thou shouldst greater scruples show.
SAY, which Immortal
With none contend I,But I will give itTo the aye-changing,Ever-movingWondrous daughter of Jove.His best-beloved offspring.Sweet Phantasy.For unto herHath he grantedAll the fancies which erstTo none allow’d heSaving himself;Now he takes his pleasureIn the mad one.She may, crowned with roses,With staff twined round with lilies,Roam thro’ flow’ry valleys,Rule the butterfly-people,And soft-nourishing dewWith bee-like lipsDrink from the…