. Romantic Germany. ox THE PLEISSE IN THE NArXDuRFCHEX QUARTER LEIPSIC to ruminate the strange history of Doctor Faustus,or to discover in some black-letter book a lyric such asthis by the dusty poet Golmeyer: Leipzic die fiirnehm Handels Statt,ein Windisch Volk erbawet hat,welchs man Soraben hat genandtdas weit und breit worden war zwar Liptz ihr erster Nam,den sie vom Lindenbusch bekam,so in der Gegend gstanden ist,wie man hiervon gschrieben list. (Leipsic, the stately town of trade,Was by a Wendish people made,A people that were Sorbs yclept,Whose fame about the land hath
. Romantic Germany. ox THE PLEISSE IN THE NArXDuRFCHEX QUARTER LEIPSIC to ruminate the strange history of Doctor Faustus,or to discover in some black-letter book a lyric such asthis by the dusty poet Golmeyer: Leipzic die fiirnehm Handels Statt,ein Windisch Volk erbawet hat,welchs man Soraben hat genandtdas weit und breit worden war zwar Liptz ihr erster Nam,den sie vom Lindenbusch bekam,so in der Gegend gstanden ist,wie man hiervon gschrieben list. (Leipsic, the stately town of trade,Was by a Wendish people made,A people that were Sorbs yclept,Whose fame about the land hath was indeed its earliest from a wood of lindens cameThat stood in the vicinity,As all the scribes of old agree.) 261. VIIIMEISSEN HERE were roses as large as hollyhocksin the station garden at Meissen, and thefragrance of new-mown hay filled the were warmly greeted by the ticket-taker, a gentle spirit with beautiful eyes,who kindly carried our bags to the hotel above theElbe. We strolled down to a shore vaguely littered withboats, fishing-nets, and rude carts—a strange shorelying pallid in the last light of day. High on theopposite ridge a spirelet, like a wrens upturnedbeak, was silhouetted against the south. Colin rosesheer and mysterious above the backward crags, fall-ing away with a quaint effect toward where, far dis-tant, a windmill on the sky-line beckoned Dresdenwith fantastic fingers, while the crimson lights of theOld Bridge swam in a shimmer of water that Thau-low might have painted. 262 MEISSEN On the opposite side of the river the town reachedup in a lovely line to the pile of the Albrechtsburg,looming gigantic in the dusk, its cathedral towersswathed in a scaffolding exquisitel
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