. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. seeThis broidered Duchess back again, a girlStepping to Mass in modest stuffs, besideHer aged mother (the Princess, you falln from royal fortunes when the DukeFirst met her daughter)âI had rather seeHer back, I say, in Wiirzburg,âexiledâpoor,But where each burgher blessed her, like the shining on him, as she passed,âthan here,More lonely far, in all the gold brocadesOf court, where riot is so loud, that side by side, hear not each other beat !As to your Countess Arnheitns,âone and all. They should be Count. Baron ! n
. Songs without music, rhymes and recitations. seeThis broidered Duchess back again, a girlStepping to Mass in modest stuffs, besideHer aged mother (the Princess, you falln from royal fortunes when the DukeFirst met her daughter)âI had rather seeHer back, I say, in Wiirzburg,âexiledâpoor,But where each burgher blessed her, like the shining on him, as she passed,âthan here,More lonely far, in all the gold brocadesOf court, where riot is so loud, that side by side, hear not each other beat !As to your Countess Arnheitns,âone and all. They should be Count. Baron ! not alone the walls But trees and flowers have ears ! Tis dangerousTo breathe with disrespect a ladys are at Court ! But you, on your return,If you should speak of us, bear this in mind ; IN THE HOF-GARTEN. 215 The Duchess, being a woman, hath her shareOf thorns and roses : being a good one, sheWill try and put the thorns aside, in time ;Taking the roses only to her heart. . .They come this wayâtwere well that we 2l6 TWO VIEWS OF A CHARACTER. T E is a hypocrite ....-*- ^ Max. I think it notâ I do believe that you misjudge him, takingYour side-view of the man to be the wholeCompleted truth : just so, a mountain showsOne aspect to the North, one to the South ;Jagged and peaked to one, and to the otherAll curves and slopes. The man is many-sided,Not false, I say. Herbert. Pah ! doesnt he sing psalms. And pass with half the women for a Saint,And talk his vaporous sentiment, the whileHes no whit better than his neighbours, Max ?If thats not cant^ forgive me ! Dont wash inThe sky of your celestial Boy, so thick that eveiy edge is lostAnd outline blurred. Max. Herbert, the real sky Lights all, and colours, softening all the lines ;Remember this. If our weak copy strivesTo blend and reconcile in our finite view TIVO VIEWS OF A CHARACTER. 217 Of others what seems fauhy, let us take Revenge in clear sharp sunlight on ourselves In the known for
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