Ein Reif in der schönen, mondhellen Nacht
Ein Reif in der schönen, mondhellen Nacht hat alle Blüten zu Leichen gemacht. Ich geh’ durch den Garten krank und still, und warte, bis Gott mich heimrufen will. Mathilde von BayernEinsortiert...
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In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things...
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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not...
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For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search...
View ArticleSonnet- Silence
There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a...
View ArticleSpirits Of The Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then...
View ArticleA Lover’s Complaint
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a...
View Articlefrom Venus and Adonis
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis’ trampling courser doth espy, And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud; The strong-neck’d...
View ArticleFrühlingswerk
Die Felder liegen weiß; wohin ich schau’ ins fahle Nebelgrau, scheint Schnee und Eis. Doch da – ein Sonnenstrahl bricht durch den Flor und zieht den Blick empor mit einem Mal, und von der Erden ringt...
View ArticleLandschaft
Septemberabend; traurig tönen die dunklen Rufe der Hirten Durch das dämmernde Dorf; Feuer sprüht in der Schmiede. Gewaltig bäumt sich ein schwarzes Pferd; die hyazinthenen Locken der Magd Haschen nach...
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