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lakes full many in number their mirror held up for the mountains
held for the forests up in whose depths the high-horned reindeers
had their kingly walk and drank of a hundred brooklets | img2poems |
'mid these scattered now here and now there were numberless flocks of
sheep with fleeces white as thou seest the white-looking stray clouds
flock-wise spread o'er the heavenly vault when it bloweth in springtime | img2poems |
lately between the two on a bear-skin (the skin it was coal-black
scarlet-red was the throat but the paws were shodden with silver
thorsten sat with his friends hospitality sitting with gladness | img2poems |
oft when the moon through the cloudrack flew related the old man
wonders from distant lands he had seen and cruises of vikings
far away on the baltic and sea of the west and the white sea | img2poems |
midway the floor burned ever the fire-flame
glad on its stone-built hearth and thorough the wide-mouthed smoke-flue
looked the stars those heavenly friends down into the great hall | img2poems |
round the walls upon nails of steel were hanging in order
breastplate and helmet together and here and there among them
downward lightened a sword as in winter evening a star shoots | img2poems |
ever and anon went a maid round the hoard and filled up the drink-horns
ever she cast down her eyes and blushed in the shield her reflection
blushed too even as she this gladdened the drinking champions | img2poems |
now the huntsman's band is ready
hurrah
over hill and dale | img2poems |
frithiof listens hark
there sings a snow-white bird upon the bough
though no human eye beholds thee odin's eye beholds thee now | img2poems |
straight the ancient king awakens
sweet has been my sleep he said
pleasantly sleeps one in the shadow guarded by a brave man's blade | img2poems |
go not to the strand
ring with thy bride
after the stars spread their light through the sky | img2poems |
perhaps in the sand
washed up by the tide
the bones of the outlawed viking may lie | img2poems |
then quoth the king
't is mournful to hear
a man like a whimpering maiden cry | img2poems |
pentecost day of rejoicing had come
the church of the village
gleaming stood in the morning's sheen | img2poems |
on the spire of the bell
decked with a brazen cock the friendly flames of the spring-sun
glanced like the tongues of fire beheld by apostles aforetime | img2poems |
also the church within was adorned for this was the season
when the young their parents' hope and the loved-ones of heaven
should at the foot of the altar renew the vows of their baptism | img2poems |
but in front of the choir round the altar-piece painted by horberg
crept a garland gigantic and bright-curling tresses of angels
peeped like the sun from a cloud from out of the shadowy leaf-work | img2poems |
hark
then roll forth at once the mighty tones of the organ
hover like voices from god aloft like invisible spirits | img2poems |
friendly was he to behold and glad as the heralding angel
walked he among the crowds but still a contemplative grandeur
lay on his forehead as clear as on moss-covered gravestone a sunbeam | img2poems |
and to the children explained the holy the highest in few words
thorough yet simple and clear for sublimity always is simple
both in sermon and song a child can seize on its meaning | img2poems |
this is the hour of your trial the turning-point of existence
seed for the coming days without revocation departeth
now from your lips the confession bethink ye before ye make answer | img2poems |
kneeling he read then the prayers of the consecration and softly
with him the children read at the close with tremulous accents
asked he the peace of heaven a benediction upon them | img2poems |
sudden as struck from the clouds stood the teacher silent and laid his
hand on his forehead and cast his looks upward while thoughts high and holy
flew through the midst of his soul and his eyes glanced with wonderful brightness | img2poems |
tokens are dead if the things live not
the light everlasting
unto the blind is not but is born of the eye that has vision | img2poems |
decked like an altar before them there stood the green earth and above it
heaven opened itself as of old before stephen they saw there
radiant in glory the father and on his right hand the redeemer | img2poems |
north sea
a glimpse of wessel rent
thy murky sky | img2poems |
from denmark thunders tordenskiol
let each to heaven commend his soul
and fly | img2poems |
and amid pleasures and alarm
and war and victory be thine arms
my grave | img2poems |
now have i but their memory fondly cherished
god
may i never lose that too | img2poems |
hold your tongues
both swabian
and saxon | img2poems |
a bold bohemian cries
if there's a heaven upon this earth
in bohemia it lies | img2poems |
thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall
for full to sinking is my house
with merry companions all | img2poems |
whither o brooklet say i
thou hast with thy soft murmur
murmured my senses away | img2poems |
that can no murmur be
't is the water-nymphs that are singing
their roundelays under me | img2poems |
she can both false and friendly be
beware
beware | img2poems |
she gives a side-glance and looks down
beware
beware | img2poems |
and what she says it is not true
beware
beware | img2poems |
she knows how much it is best to show
beware
beware | img2poems |
it is a fool's-cap for thee to wear
beware
beware | img2poems |
and yet all our sorrowings
and all our rejoicings
thou dost feel them all | img2poems |
god hath wonders many
which we cannot fathom
placed within thy form | img2poems |
when the heart is sinking
thou alone canst raise it
trembling in the storm | img2poems |
should i speak it here
ye would stand aghast with fear
i am a prince of mighty sway | img2poems |
pale the children both did look
but the guest a beaker took
golden wine will make you whole | img2poems |
the children drank
gave many a courteous thank
o that draught was very cool | img2poems |
spake the grim guest
from his hollow cavernous breast
roses in the spring i gather | img2poems |
who leads us with a gentle hand
thither o thither
into the silent land | img2poems |
the graybeard with trembling hand obeys
a purple light shines over all
it beams from the luck of edenhall | img2poems |
o hemlock tree
o hemlock tree
how faithful are thy branches | img2poems |
o maiden fair
o maiden fair
how faithless is thy bosom | img2poems |
who has it not wants hardihood
who has it has much trouble and care
who once has had it has despair | img2poems |
whilom love was like a tire and warmth and comfort it bespoke
but alas
it now is quenched and only bites us like the smoke | img2poems |
ah
who would not then depart with gladness
to inherit heaven for earthly sadness | img2poems |
thou shalt not fail
but ah be never
false as thy father was to me | img2poems |
the men shoved off
men on their willing way
the bounden wood | img2poems |
god thanked they
that to them the sea-journey
easy had been | img2poems |
him the doubt disturbed
in his mind's thought
what these men might be | img2poems |
went then to the shore
on his steed riding
the thane of hrothgar | img2poems |
quickest is best
to make known
whence your coming may be | img2poems |
in the foulness of earth
thou all wearest away
like to the loam | img2poems |
with beast and bird the forest rings
each in his jargon cries or sings
and time throws off his cloak again | img2poems |
gentle spring
in sunshine clad
well dost thou thy power display | img2poems |
sweet babe
true portrait of thy father's face
sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed | img2poems |
awake and chase this fatal thought
unclose
thine eye but for one moment on the light | img2poems |
sweet error
he but slept i breathe again
come gentle dreams the hour of sleep beguile | img2poems |
but death steals on there is no hope of life
in paradise where almoners live again
there are our couches spread there shall we rest from pain | img2poems |
when he revived with a loud voice cried he
o heavenly father
holy saint marie | img2poems |
beloved france
how have the good and brave
been torn from thee and left thee weak and poor | img2poems |
when one beholds the dusky hedges blossom
a rustic bridal oh
how sweet it is | img2poems |
o no
for a maiden frail i trow
never bore so lofty a brow | img2poems |
she promises one a village swain
another a happy wedding-day
and the bride a lovely boy straightway | img2poems |
yet jane has named him not these three days past
arrived
yet keeps aloof so far | img2poems |
come
keep the promise of that happier day
that i may keep the faith to thee i plighted | img2poems |
i suffer
o my god
come make me glad | img2poems |
earth i forget and heaven and all distresses
when seated by my side my hand he presses
but when alone remember all | img2poems |
ah
woe is me
then bear me to my grave | img2poems |
away
he will return
i do but rave | img2poems |
he swore it by our saviour dear
he could not come at his own will
is weary or perhaps is ill | img2poems |
and that deceives me not
't is he
't is he | img2poems |
angela married
and not send
to tell her secret unto me | img2poems |
paul be not sad
't is a holiday
to-morrow put on thy doublet gay | img2poems |
away with a hop and a jump went paul
and as he whistled along the hall
entered jane the crippled crone | img2poems |
but thou art cold art chill as death
my little friend
what ails thee sweet | img2poems |
thus margaret said
where are we
we ascend | img2poems |
at length the bell
with booming sound
sends forth resounding round | img2poems |
't is spoken and sudden at the grooms-man's side
't is he
a well-known voice has cried | img2poems |
let us by the fire
ever higher
sing them till the night expire | img2poems |
let us by the fire
ever higher
sing them fill the night expire | img2poems |
to m
duperrier gentleman of aix in provence on the
death of his daughter | img2poems |
and shall the sad discourse
whispered within thy heart by tenderness paternal
only augment its force | img2poems |
dear child
who me resemblest so
it whispered come o come with me | img2poems |
and so whenever death shall come to close
the happy moments that my days compose
i full of years shall die obscure alone | img2poems |
how wretched is the man with honors crowned
who having not the one thing needful found
dies known to all but to himself unknown | img2poems |
and when therefrom i had withdrawn a little
mine eyes that i might question my conductor
again i saw it brighter grown and larger | img2poems |
thereafter on all sides of it appeared
i knew not what of white and underneath
little by little there came forth another | img2poems |
see how he scorns all human arguments
so that no oar he wants nor other sail
than his own wings between so distant shores | img2poems |
see how he holds them pointed straight to heaven
fanning the air with the eternal pinions
that do not moult themselves like mortal hair | img2poems |
then made he sign of holy rood upon them
whereat all cast themselves upon the shore
and he departed swiftly as he came | img2poems |
already my slow steps had led me on
into the ancient wood so far that i
could see no more the place where i had entered | img2poems |
that they might fear thee more or love thee less
who in the splendor of thy loveliness
seem wasting yet to mortal combat dare | img2poems |
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