German American Annals, Volumen3;Volumen7

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German American Historical Society, 1905
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Página 386 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Página 134 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 297 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Página 77 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Página 70 - Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying...
Página 140 - And think that thou shalt learn far other lore And in far other scenes ! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
Página 180 - Denn er war unser! Mag das stolze Wort Den lauten Schmerz gewaltig übertönen! Er mochte sich bei uns, im sichern Port, Nach wildem Sturm zum Dauernden gewöhnen. Indessen schritt sein Geist gewaltig fort Ins Ewige des Wahren, Guten, Schönen, Und hinter ihm in wesenlosem Scheine Lag, was uns alle bändigt, das Gemeine. Nun schmückt...
Página 143 - And now, beloved Stowey ! I behold Thy church-tower, and, methinks, the four huge elms Clustering, which mark the mansion of my friend ; And close behind them, hidden from my view, Is my own lowly cottage, where my babe And my babe's mother dwell in peace ! With light And quicken'd footsteps thitherward I tend.
Página 134 - I suggested : for example, some crime was to be committed which should bring upon the Old Navigator, as Coleridge afterwards delighted to call him, the spectral persecution, as a consequence of that crime and his own wanderings. I had been reading in Shelvocke's Voyages...
Página 383 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

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