Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur, And wander merrily near; The wheels of a mill are going In every brooklet clear. BEWARE! I FROM THE GERMAN KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care! She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care! And what she says, it is not true, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has a bosom as white as snow, Take care! She knows how much it is best to show, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She gives thee a garland woven fair, Take care! It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! SONG OF THE BELL FROM THE GERMAN ELL! thou soundest merrily, B when the bridal party To the church doth hie! When, on Sabbath morning, Bell! thou soundest merrily; Tellest thou at evening, Bed-time draweth nigh! Bell thou soundest mournfully, Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by! Say! how canst thou mourn? Thou art but metal dull! Thou dost feel them all! God hath wonders many, Placed within thy form! THE CASTLE BY THE SEA FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND "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 downward To the mirrored wave below; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow." "Well have I seen that castle, And the moon above it standing, “The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?" "The winds and the waves of ocean, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, "And sawest thou on the turrets "Led they not forth, in rapture, "Well saw I the ancient parents, Without the crown of pride; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe, THE BLACK KNIGHT FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND WAS Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, When woods and fields put off all sadness. Thus began the King and spake : So from the halls Of ancient Hof burg's walls, A luxuriant Spring shall break." Drums and trumpets echo loudly, Fell all the cavaliers, Before the monarch's stalwart son. To the barrier of the fight Rode at last a sable Knight. "Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!" |