Historic Survey of German Poetry: Interspersed with Various Translations, Volume 2

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Treuttel and Würtz, Treuttel Jun. and Richter, 1829 - English poetry
 

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Page 52 - Her father's horse which well she knew, Her mother's hood and safeguard too, He brought with him to testify Her parents
Page 52 - And loved the dead, although in vain. After he had in grave been laid A month or more, unto this maid He came in middle of the night, Who joy'd to see her heart's delight Her father's horse which well she knew, Her mother's hood and safeguard too, He brought with him to testify Her parents...
Page 52 - THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE : Or, a relation of a young man, who, a month after his death, appeared to his sweetheart, and carried her on horseback behind him for forty miles in two hours, and was never seen after but in his grave.
Page 40 - Or dost thou love no more? He went abroade with Richard's host, The Paynim foes to quell; But he no word to her had writt, An he were sick or well. With...
Page 46 - The ekie and every star. Tramp, tramp, across the land they speede ; Splash, splash, across the see : "Hurrah ! the dead can ride apace; Dost feare to ride with mee...
Page 52 - A wonder stranger ne'er was known, Than what I now shall treat upon ; In Suffolk there did lately dwell A farmer rich, and known full well...
Page 52 - They pass'd as swift as any wind, That in two hours, or little more, He brought her to her father's door : But, as they did this great haste make, He did complain his head did ake, Her handkerchief she then took out, And...
Page 50 - Tis hither we are bound :" And many a tombstone ghastly white Lay in the moonshyne round. And when he from his steed alytte, His armure, black as cinder, Did moulder, moulder all awaye, As were it made of tinder. His head became a naked skull ; Nor hair nor eyne had he : His body grew a skeleton, Whilome so blithe of ble.
Page 53 - Feu virtue, freedom, human rights, to fall, Beseems the brave : it is a Saviour's death ! Of heroes only the most pure of all Thus with their heart's blood tinge the battle-heath. And this proud death is seemliest in the man Who for a kindred race, a country bleeds : Three hundred Spartans form the shining van Of those, whom fame in this high triumph leadt.
Page 52 - I'll see the horse well littered.' He stared about, and there could he No shape of any mankind see, But found his horse all on a sweat ; Which made him in a deadly fret. His daughter he said nothing to...

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