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C.G. Schmieder, 1784

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Page 140 - A shepherd, thou a shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality: Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea : and I would have Some claim upon thee, if I could, Though but of common neighbourhood. What joy to hear thee, and to see ! Thy elder brother I would be, Thy father, anything to thee. Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place : Joy have I had ; and going hence 1 bear away my recompense.
Page 150 - ... fires. Thy beauty, antepast of joys above, Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve ; For, oh ! how good, how beautiful, must be The God that made so good a thing as thee, So fair an image of the heavenly dove. Forgive me, if I cannot turn away From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven, For they are guiding stars benignly given To tempt my footsteps to the upward way ; And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight, I live and love in God's peculiar light."* This man is admitted to the guest-chambers...
Page 139 - Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind — Thus beating up against the wind.
Page 100 - LIGHT flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet ! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, We know, we know that we can smile ! But there's a something in this breast, To which thy light words bring no rest.
Page 139 - But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality : Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea ; and I would have Some claim upon thee, if I could, Though but of common neighborhood. 9 SEl'EXTH MEMORY. What joy to hear thee, and to see!
Page 149 - The might of one fair face sublimes my love, For it hath weaned my heart from low desires ; Nor death I heed, nor purgatorial fires. Thy beauty, antepast of joys above. Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve ; For, oh ! how good, how beautiful must be The God that made so good a thing as thee, So fair an image of the heavenly dove. Forgive me if I cannot turn away From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven ; For they are guiding stars, benignly given To tempt my footsteps to the upward...
Page 143 - ... birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
Page 104 - A man becomes aware of his life's flow, And hears its winding murmur; and he sees The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze. And there arrives a lull in the hot race Wherein he doth for ever chase That flying and elusive shadow, rest.
Page 102 - But deep enough, alas ! none ever mines. And we have been on many thousand lines, And we have shown, on each, spirit and power; But hardly have we, for one little hour, Been on our own line, have we been ourselves...
Page 149 - Ch' a lui mi levo per divin concetti ; E quivi informo i pensier tutti ei detti, Ardendo, amando per gentil persona. Onde, se mai da due begli occhi il guardo Torcer non so, conosco in lor la luce, Che mi mostra la via, eh...

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