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“The rivers rush into the sea,

By castle and town they go; The winds behind them merrily

Their noisy trumpets blow.
“The clouds are passing far and high,

We little birds in them play;
And everything, that can sing and fly,

Goes with us, and far away. "I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither, or whence

With thy fluttering golden band ?"“I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea

I haste from the narrow land. “Full and swollen is every sail ;

I see no longer a hill,
I have trusted all to the sounding gale,

And it will not let me stand still.
“And wält thou, little bird, go with us?

Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall, For full to sinking is my house

With merry companions all.”—
“I need not and seek not company,

Bonny boat, I can sing all alone;
For the mainmast tall too heavy am I,

Bonny boat, I have wings of my own. "High over the sails, high over the mast,

Who shall gainsay these joys? When thy merry companions are still, at last

Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice. “ Who neither may rest, nor listen may,

God bless them every one!
I dart away, in the bright blue day,

And the golden fields of the sun.

“ Thus do I sing my weary song,

Wherever the four winds blow;
And this same song, my whole life long,

Neither Poet nor Printer may know.'



THERE sat one day in quiet,

| “The goodliest land on all this earth, By an alehouse on the Rhine,

It is the Saxon land ! Four bale and hearty fellows,

There bave I as many maidens And drank the precious wine.

As fingers on this hand !” The landlord's daughter filled their cups “ Hold your tongues ! both Swabian and Around the rustic board;

Saxon!" Then sat they all so calm and still,

A bold Bohemian cries; And spake not one rude word. “ If there's a heaven upon this earth, But, when the maid departed,

In Bohemia it lies. A Swabian raised his band,

“ There the tailor blows the flute, And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, i

And the cobbler blows the horn, Long live the Swabian land!

And the miner blows the bugle, “ The greatest kingdom upon earth

Over mountain gorge and bourn."
Cannot with that compare;
With all the stout and hardy men
And the vut-brown maidens there."

And then the landlord's daughter * Ha !” cried a Saxon, laughing, -- | Up to heaven raised her hand,

And dashe i bis beard with wine; And said, “Ye may no more con“I had rather live in Lapland,

tend, Than that Swabian land of thine ! There lies the happiest land!"

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I KNOW a maiden fair to see,

Beware! Beware!
Take care !

Trust her not,
She can both false and friendly be, She is fooling thee!

Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,

She has a bosom as white as spow,
She is fooling thee!

Take care !

She knows how much it is best to show, She has two eyes, so soft and brown,

Beware! Beware!
Take care!

Trust her not,.
She gives a side-glance and looks down, She is fooling thee !

Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,

She gives thee a garland woven fair, She is fooling thee!

Take care!

It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear,
And she has hair of a golden hue,

Beware! Beware!
Take care!

Trust her not,
And what she says, it is not true, She is fooling thee!

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“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.”

“ Hast thou seen that lordly castle,

That Castle by the Sea ? Golden and red above it

The clouds float gorgeously. " And fain it would stoop downward

To the mirrored wave below; And fain it would svar upward

In the evening's crimson glow."

“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 ?

« Well have I seen that castle,

“ Led they not forth, in rapture, That Castle by the Sea,

! A beauteous maiden there? And the moon above it standing, Resplendent as the morning sun, And the mist rise solemnly.”

Beaming with golden hair ?” “ The winds and the waves of ocean, "Well saw I the ancient parents ; Had they a merry chime ?

1 Without the crown of pride; Didst thou hear, from those lofty They were moving slow, in weeds of chambers,

woe, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ?! No maiden was by their side!”



Thou that from the heaven's art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refresh rient fillest
I am weary with contending !
Why this rapture and unrest ?
Peace descending
Come, ah, come into my breast!


O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees.
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.


FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. 'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, Danced in sable iron sark, When woods and fields put off all sadness, Danced a measure weird and dark,

Thus began the King and spake; Coldly clasped her limbs around. “ So from the halls

From breast and bair Of ancient Hofburgh's walls,

| Down fall from her the fair A luxuriant Spring shall break." Flowerets, faded, to the ground.

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