Specimens of the German lyric poets : consisting of translations in verse . the curling clouds displays,And tinges with the solar fashiond for the matchless fairTlie golden ringlets of her hair. Who framd those white and even rowsOf teeth, her opning lips disclose? a BURGER. Who drops of dew to pearls coiigeald,And then in coral beds conceald ?He framd those white and even rowsOf teeth, her opning lips disclose. W\\o gave to this celestial fairSuch witching breathings of sweet air ?Twas he, the great, the mighty Lord,?^ ^Vlio tunes the spheres sublime accord, He gave to this celestial
Specimens of the German lyric poets : consisting of translations in verse . the curling clouds displays,And tinges with the solar fashiond for the matchless fairTlie golden ringlets of her hair. Who framd those white and even rowsOf teeth, her opning lips disclose? a BURGER. Who drops of dew to pearls coiigeald,And then in coral beds conceald ?He framd those white and even rowsOf teeth, her opning lips disclose. W\\o gave to this celestial fairSuch witching breathings of sweet air ?Twas he, the great, the mighty Lord,?^ ^Vlio tunes the spheres sublime accord, He gave to this celestial fairSuch witching breathings of sweet air.— And who, to make complete the whole,Breathd into clay this Angel-Soul?To whom the glory, but to him^^ ^Vliose breaths the Soul of Seraphim : Twas he, to make complete the whole,Breathd into clay this Angel-Soul. Great Artist, hail! whose touch divineCould thus Creations choice combine—And yet, if all this world of charms^^ Were destind for anothers arms, I would I never had been seen the Maid, her loss to LOVES WITCHCRAFT. Maiden, look me in the face ;Stedfast, serious—no grimace !Maiden, mark me, now I task , quickly, what I ask thee ;Steadfast, look me in the face ;Little vixen—no grimace ! Frightful, art thou not; tis true,Eyes thou hast of lovely blue ;Lips and cheeks, the rose defying,Bosom, snow in whiteness thou hast;—ah, sure tis trueKilling eyes of azure hue ! Be thou lovely;—yet, I ween,Fair thou art, but not a queen :Not the queen of all thats charming ;Not alone all hearts alarming. Fair and bright;—but still, I ween,Briglit and fair ; but not a queen ! T\Tien I turn me here and of lovely maids appear ;Scores of maids, in beauty blooming,Claims, as fair as thine, assuming:—Scores of maidens, here and as sweet, and look as fair ! Yet hast thou imperial sway;—I, thy willing slave, obey!Sway imperial, now to teaze to soothe, and now to
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