An idyl of the Rhine . d to pay his court to meUnsanctioned by the formal codeOf presentation a la mode;But I was scarcely eighteen then,And he the courtliest of friends all called young Felix boldAnd gave him looks severely I might have done so tooHad he but turned his eyes of blue J4 The Flittation. T6ward some more favored friend of mineAnd worshiped only at her shrine—The diifrcnce one may plainly seeTwixt worshiping a friend or women rarely fail to findExcuses for a lover kind;Each deems the passion she inspiresA holy flame of pure desires,Yet thinks it duty to
An idyl of the Rhine . d to pay his court to meUnsanctioned by the formal codeOf presentation a la mode;But I was scarcely eighteen then,And he the courtliest of friends all called young Felix boldAnd gave him looks severely I might have done so tooHad he but turned his eyes of blue J4 The Flittation. T6ward some more favored friend of mineAnd worshiped only at her shrine—The diifrcnce one may plainly seeTwixt worshiping a friend or women rarely fail to findExcuses for a lover kind;Each deems the passion she inspiresA holy flame of pure desires,Yet thinks it duty to repressA sisters show of tenderness. 15 An Idyl of the Rhine* £ooe$ €iicl)antmeiir* There is no earthly paradiseOer-canopied by cloudless sometimes even here we findA transient Eden for mankind:When Heaven opens with a kissTlie common world is veiled in Felix, brave and resolute,With passion boldly pressed his spite of frowns we sat or strayed—Most lover-like—^beneath the shade t6. Lovers Enchantment. Of linden boughs, while fancy grewFrom friendship to affection soon became a sweet routineOf pleasures planned or on the Nieder-Wahlden - fair Germania charms the sit for hours and sip our wineAnd look down on the classic Ehine,Whoso waters flow in rippling rhymeTwixt Bingen fair and the crumbling, massive wallsOf stately old baronial hallsWhere ivy twines and lizards playAt hide and seek, wed ofttimes stray; An Idyl of the Rhine. Dear Felix there wild legends toldOf Deutschlands ruthless, warriors boldWho, in the feudal days of reigned oer stream and I, with ghostly fear closer to his manly Phoebus, smiling god of day,Had turned his beaming face1 away,And Luna, gentle queen of night,Refused us her bewitching sought a summer garden whereWe breathed the cool, refreshing airAnd listened to gay minstrelsy,Or strains of clas
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