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Jupiter And Fortune.

© Mary Barber

Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;
But say, whom have you satisfy'd?
These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;
But know, Content is mine alone.

From An Album Of 1604.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope.
Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest,
And say, that as on high her figure changeth,
So, upon earth, my joy decays and grows.

Serenade

© Victor Marie Hugo

When the voice of thy lute at the eve

Charmeth the ear,

WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing,Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast,
To his mistress' home repairing,There to hold his wedding feast;
When a threatening foe advancesFrom a desert, rocky spot;
For the fray they couch their lances,Not delaying, speaking not.Long the doubtful fight continues,Victory then for Curt declares;

Heinelet II

© Gamaliel Bradford

They met, as it were, in a mist,
Pale, curious, eager, uncertain.
When each clasped the other and kissed,
The mist rolled aside like a curtain.

Epiphanias.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE three holy kings with their star's bright ray,--
They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay;
They like to eat and drink away,
They eat and drink, but had rather not pay.

Queensland Opal

© William Henry Ogilvie

Opal, little opal, with the red fire glancing,
Set my blood a-spinning, set my pulse a-stir,
Strike the harp of memory, set my dull heart dancing
Southward to the Sunny Land and the love of Her!

Presence.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ALL things give token of thee!
As soon as the bright sun is shining,
Thou too wilt follow, I trust.

The Bridal Of Triermain

© Sir Walter Scott

Introduction.

I.

Tame Xenia.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THE Epigrams bearing the title of XENIA were written
by Goethe and Schiller together, having been first occasioned by
some violent attacks made on them by some insignificant writers.
They are extremely numerous, but scarcely any of them could be translated
into English. Those here given are merely presented as a specimen.

Viviens Song

© Robert Fuller Murray

In Algebra, if Algebra be ours,
x and x2 can ne'er be equal powers,
Unless x=1, or none at all.

Premature Spring.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

DAYS full of rapture,Are ye renew'd ?--
Smile in the sunlightMountain and wood?Streams richer ladenFlow through the dale,
Are these the meadows?Is this the vale?Coolness cerulean!Heaven and height!
Fish crowd the ocean,Golden and bright.Birds of gay plumageSport in the grove,

To The Countess Granville.

Believe me, with great truth,
Very faithfully yours,
EDGAR A. BOWRING.
London, April, 1853.

Thou hast flashed on my sight,

Thou hast flashed on my sight,

Like a spirit of love,

The New Amadis.

IN my boyhood's days so drearI was kept confined;
There I sat for many a year,All alone I pined,
As within the womb.Yet thou drov'st away my gloom,Golden phantasy!
I became a hero true,Like the Prince Pipi,

Dead Leaves

DAWN

As though a gipsy maiden with dim look,

Before A Court Of Justice.

THE father's name ye ne'er shall be toldOf my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!"Yet I'm an honest wife.To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told,Yet he's both loving and fair;
He wears on his neck a chain of gold,And a hat of straw doth he wear.If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel,On me let the scorn be thrown.
I know him well, and he knows me well,And to God, too, all is known.Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again,I pray you, leave me in peace!