Poems . eate of the gentle craft,Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios sang and laughed. But his house is now an ale-house, with a nicely sanded floor,And a garland in the window, and his face above the door; Painted by some humble artist, as in Adam Puschmans song, As the old man gray and dove-like, with his great beard white and long. And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his caik and care,Quaffing ale from pewter tankards, in the masters antique chair. 288 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Banished is the ancient splendour, and before my dreamy eyeWave these mingling shapes and figu
Poems . eate of the gentle craft,Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios sang and laughed. But his house is now an ale-house, with a nicely sanded floor,And a garland in the window, and his face above the door; Painted by some humble artist, as in Adam Puschmans song, As the old man gray and dove-like, with his great beard white and long. And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his caik and care,Quaffing ale from pewter tankards, in the masters antique chair. 288 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Banished is the ancient splendour, and before my dreamy eyeWave these mingling shapes and figures, like a faded tapestry. Not thy Councils, not thy Kaisers, win for thee the worlds regard;Bat thy painter, Albrecht Diirer, and Hans Sachs, thy cobbler bard. Thus, O Nuremberg, a wanderer .from a region far away,As he paced thy streets and court-yards, sang in thought hiscareless lay ; Gathering from the pavements crevice, as a floweret of the soil,The nobility of labour,—the long pedigree of ALnmrcBT Dbrer,
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