Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . orth it leaps with joyous shout,I seize it ere it gushes mountain boy am I! The mountain is my own domain:It calls its storms from sea and plain;From north to south they howl afar;My voice is heard amid their mountain boy am I! The lightnings far beneath me lie;High stand I here in clear blue sky;I know them, and to them I call,In quiet leave my fathers ;>The mountain boy am I! And when the tocsin sounds mountain bale-fires call to I descend,— I join my king,My sword I wave, my lay I si
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . orth it leaps with joyous shout,I seize it ere it gushes mountain boy am I! The mountain is my own domain:It calls its storms from sea and plain;From north to south they howl afar;My voice is heard amid their mountain boy am I! The lightnings far beneath me lie;High stand I here in clear blue sky;I know them, and to them I call,In quiet leave my fathers ;>The mountain boy am I! And when the tocsin sounds mountain bale-fires call to I descend,— I join my king,My sword I wave, my lay I mountain boy am I! Anonjmious Translation in Longfellows THE CASTLE BY THE SEA H AST thou seen that lordly castle,That castle by the sea ? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. And fain it would stoop downwardTo the mirrored wave below; And fain it would soar upward In the evenings crimson glow.* — T!i; n*>.)a:ita!n Vjov CASTLE BY THE SEA. Photogravure from a painting by Von STC?..? •,x yrionf JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND 15193 Well have I seen that castle, That castle by the sea,And the moon above it standing. And the mist rise solemnly. >^ — The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime ?Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrels rhyme?** — The winds and the waves of ocean. They rested quietly;But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, And tears came to mine eye. — **And sawest thou on the turrets The king and his royal bride,And the wave of their crimson mantles, And the golden crown of pride ? <* Led they not forth, in rapture, A beauteous maiden as the morning sun. Beaming with golden hair?** — * Well saw I the ancient parents. Without the crown of pride:They were moving slow, in weeds of woe; No maiden was by their side! ** Translation of H. W. Longfellow. THE PASSAGE MANY a year is in its I crossed this restless wave;And the evening, fair as ever,S
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