Specimens of the German lyric poets : consisting of translations in verse . r care repaid. Now here, now there, a shrub was niarkd the grove with early streamlet, murmring down the glade,Renewd the cressets deepend mossy bank enticed repose :—We sat, and caught each melting closeOf hapless Philomelas woes. A simple wreath, her brows to bind,Of varied moss, my fair entwind. Then careless, hand in hand, we strayd,Till eveniiig cast a lengthend shade ;Sweet odours fiUd the breezy air,As bloomd the primrose fresh and fair ;Deep blushd the sky, as day-light closd,The l
Specimens of the German lyric poets : consisting of translations in verse . r care repaid. Now here, now there, a shrub was niarkd the grove with early streamlet, murmring down the glade,Renewd the cressets deepend mossy bank enticed repose :—We sat, and caught each melting closeOf hapless Philomelas woes. A simple wreath, her brows to bind,Of varied moss, my fair entwind. Then careless, hand in hand, we strayd,Till eveniiig cast a lengthend shade ;Sweet odours fiUd the breezy air,As bloomd the primrose fresh and fair ;Deep blushd the sky, as day-light closd,The lake with streaming purple glowd,And the bright moon her full orb shewd. 124 VOSS. The faultring step, the heaving breast,My Fannys silent joy confessed. Her crimsond cheek and loose attire,The soft alarms of Love we sat, and all reclind,Inhald the blossom-scented wind:Nor ought I spoke, nor ought she said—My trembling frame, my tears, betraydThe empire of the peerless maid. But, ah! what transports seizd my soul,Wlien the first dear kiss I softly stole!. SONG. Beneath a poplars friendly shadow, Beside a rushy mere,Younj; Fanny sat, all blithe and blooming, And knit, unvext with care;And while she knit, she sung so sweet,A ballad I shall neer forget. When idly oer the meadow wandring, To lure the finny train,Conceald beneath the alder bushes, I heard dear Fannys strain :My useless angle down I laid,And soft approachd the blushing maid. 126 VOSS. Why all alone?—shall I intrude then? Fresh breathes the Zephyr swain, shfe cries, Ive just been straying, Along this glassy mere. But now the sun ascends the sky, And to the cooling shade I fly. I sat me down, and soon soft tremors My listless limbs invade,And Fannys foot, so neat and shapely. By mine was closely laid ;And stretchd upon the flowry green,Her taper ancle too was seen. We trembled, like two aspen branches, And neither knew for why ;We talkd of corn, and kine, and weather; Then ceasd, then gan t
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