PEGNITZ. From sheer ennui hypochondria threatens to seize me; And I continue to flow simply because 't is my wont. THE RIVERS OF *** Truly we fare pretty well in the lands of these generous princes, For their yoke is quite mild, and their burdens are light. SALZACH. I rush from Juvavia's mountains to salt the bishop's domain, And afterward turn to Bavaria where the people are wanting in salt. THE ANONYMOUS RIVER. To furnish food during Lent for the bishop's Christian table, My Maker caused me to flow across his famished domain. LES FLEUVES INDISCRETS. Now, gossiping rivers, be silent, and show ye becoming discretion; Even Diderot's sweetheart was prudent and less fond of talk. Friedrich von Schiller. Tr. C. J. Hempel. Swabia. I THE SWABIAN MAIDEN. AM a Swabian maiden, My face is brown and tanned; 'Tis true I am not gifted Like maids in Saxon land. To read in books they're able, The raillery they sting with "T is true that I possess not For trifling, writing, reading Will read for me instead. Fair youth, art thou from Swabia? So come then, thou shalt have me; Behold! here is my hand! Christian Friedrich Daniel Schubart. Tr. A. Baskerville. Walchen See. SONNET WRITTEN IN A PASS OF BAVARIA BETWEEN THE WALCHEN A AND THE WALDEN SEE. "His voice was as the sound of many waters." SOUND of many waters! now I know To what was likened the large utterance sent By Him who mid the golden lampads went : Innumerable streams, above, below, Some seen, some heard alone, with headlong flow The tumult of a boundless gladness fills Richard Chenevix Trench. Wetzlar. SORROWS OF WERTHER. WERTHE WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, Charlotte, having seen his body William Makepeace Thackeray. |