. The book of ballads . Cljt Itithnt if 3tnii. t was when I lived at Jena— \ fej O^CE At a ^Virtllslla^ls door I sat;And, in pensive contemplation, Eat the sausage thick and fat;Eat the kraut, that never sourer Tasted to my lips than here;Smoked my pipe of strong- canaster, Sipped my fifteenth jug of beer ;Gazed upon the glancing river, Gazed ujion the tranquil pool,Whence the silver-voiced Undine, When the nights were calm and cool, ?>> UM m \ I =-=.=lS^;;^^f.«CCis^&^-^ a2i,5S =^!(J^rf r J i THE BOOK OF BALLADS. An tlie IJaron Fouque tells us, Rose from out her shell}^ grot,Castin

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. The book of ballads . Cljt Itithnt if 3tnii. t was when I lived at Jena— \ fej O^CE At a ^Virtllslla^ls door I sat;And, in pensive contemplation, Eat the sausage thick and fat;Eat the kraut, that never sourer Tasted to my lips than here;Smoked my pipe of strong- canaster, Sipped my fifteenth jug of beer ;Gazed upon the glancing river, Gazed ujion the tranquil pool,Whence the silver-voiced Undine, When the nights were calm and cool, ?>> UM m \ I =-=.=lS^;;^^f.«CCis^&^-^ a2i,5S =^!(J^rf r J i THE BOOK OF BALLADS. An tlie IJaron Fouque tells us, Rose from out her shell}^ grot,Casting- g-lamour oer the waters, Witching- that enchanted the shadow which the copftice Fling-s across the rippUng- stream,Did I hear a sound of music— Was it thought or was it dream ?There, beside a pile of linen, Stretched along- the daisied a young- and blooming- maiden— T was her thrush-like song- I within the eddy Did she plunge the white chemise ;And her robes were loos

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