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The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown.

Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plow, To peaceful arts shall envy bow.

A riddle, or the cricket's cry, Is to doubt a fit reply. The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate.

The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse. Every night and every morn Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is light, To those poor souls who dwell in night; But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day.

Comment Der andere Mann Du lernst ihn in einer Gesellschaft kennen. Er ist zu dir nett. Er kann dir alle Tenniscracks nennen. Er sieht gut aus. Du siehst ihn dir an Dann tritt zu euch beiden dein Mann. Dein Mann kommt nicht gut dabei weg. Und hinten am Hals der Speck! Beurteil uns nie nach den besten Stunden. Aug', mein Aug', was sinkst du nieder? Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Er warb, wie Herrscher werben. Nicht mit Worten, und nicht mit Blicken.

Da aber sank der blaue Mantel nieder. Dir o Weib zeig ich mich wahr: Die Frau entfloh voll Graun.

Comment Pigeon Any time I happen to open my front door. He recently took early retirement from his job as a teacher of English at Winchester College and moved to Ely with his partner, the poet Wendy Cope. Comment Chan fhaca mi aingeal no naomh, ach chuala mi fuaim na mara agus eilean mo chridhe na theis meadhan.

Angel nor saint have I seen, but I have heard the roar of the Western sea, and the isle of my heart is in the midst of it. Da macht ein Hauch mich von Verfall erzittern.

Die Amsel klagt in den entlaubten Zweigen. Comment Herbstgedichte 2 Dies ist ein Herbsttag, wie ich keinen sah! You was sma't ez sma't could be, But you could n't hide f'om me. Ain't I got two eyes to see! Guess you thought you's awful keen; Evahthing you done, I seen; Seen him tek yo' ahm jes' so, When he got outside de do'-- Oh, I know dat man's yo' beau! Say now, honey, wha'd he say? Nevah min', Miss Lucy!

Keep yo' secrets--dat's yo' way Won't tell me an' I'm yo' pal! Paul Laurence Dunbar — Amerikanischer Schriftsteller. Er war einer der ersten schwarzen Dichter, die in den gesamten Vereinigten Staaten Anerkennung erlangten. To Christ Our Lord I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy!

My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,--the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! And the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: Thronfolger, -erbe, Herzog dapple: Schleier, Kopftuch to plod: Asche, Gluit to gall: Comment Sonnet d'automne Ils me disent, tes yeux, clairs comme le cristal: Je hais la passion et l'esprit me fait mal!

Je connais les engins de son vieil arsenal: Crime, horreur et folie! Charles Baudelaire — Comment Autumn Sonnet Your eyes like crystal ask me, clear and mute, "in me, strange lover, what do you admire?

Roy Campbell — Autumn Sonnet They say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: My heart and soul despise All save that antique brute-like faith of thine;. Sturm — Rainer Maria Rilke, gest. Comment Aus Faust 1. Teil Osterspaziergang [Faust sieht im Gebirge die Sonne untergehen. Was schein die Flur nur heut so leer? Ferdinand Avenarius — Sunflower Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

Comment A littel Weinachtsgedicht [aus urheberrechtl. Comment Das gilt sogar bis 70 Jahre nach seinem Tod ;-. Das des Autoren oder das des Musikers?

Comment penguin, das hat doch niemand bestritten. Entschjuldigung, dass ich etwas gefragt habe. Comment Aber gefragt hatte doch Chaostranslater, dessen Frage nach dem Vorrang des Urheberrechts ich allerdings nicht beantworten kann.

Sonnet When as my minde exemed was from caire, Among the Nymphis my self I did repose: Where I gaue eare to one, who did prepaire Her sugred voice this sequele to disclose. And thow who wrytes in stately verse and prose, This glorious Kings immortall gloire display.

Tell how he doeth in tender yearis essay Aboue his age with skill our arts to blaise. Tell how he doeth with gratitude repay The crowne he wan for his deserued praise. Tell how of Ioue, of Mars, but more of God. The gloire and grace he hath proclaimed abrod.

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Wegen des Urheberrechts leider nur verlinkt. Maybe at last, being but a broken man, I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till old age began My circus animals were all on show, Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot, Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.

II What can I but enumerate old themes? First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams, Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose, Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems, That might adorn old songs or courtly shows; But what cared I that set him on to ride, I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride? And then a counter-truth filled out its play, 'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it; She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away, But masterful Heaven had intetvened to save it.

I thought my dear must her own soul destroy, So did fanaticism and hate enslave it, And this brought forth a dream and soon enough This dream itself had all my thought and love. And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea; Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory.

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III Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. Wer jetzt nicht reich ist, da der Sommer geht, wird immer warten und sich nie besitzen. Rainer Maria Rilke — Comment I am most lovely I am most lovely, fair beyond desire: My breasts are sweet, my hair is soft and bright, And every movement flows by instinct right: Full well I know my touch doth burn like fire, That my voice stings the sense like smitten lyre; I am the queen of sensuous delight; Past years are sealed with the signet of my might; And at my feet pale present kneels a downloader.

My beds are odorous with soft-shed scent, And strange moon flowers a tremulous twilight air Weave over all; and here, alone I sing My siren songs, until all souls are bent Within the subtle sweet melodious snare.

God, making love, made me love's grievous sting. No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.

When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh! Thomas Moore — Die kannte ich noch nicht. Hier ist das Original.

The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace-- Radiant palace--raised its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow This--all this--was in the olden Time long ago , And every gentle air that dallied In that sweet day, Upon the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.

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Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically To a lute's well-timed law. Round about a throne where, sitting, Porphyrogene!

In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace-door, Through which came, flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling everymore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing In voices of surpassing beauty The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate.

Ah, let us mourn--for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate! And round about his house of glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

And travelers, now, within that valley Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly, rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh--but smile no more. Wie kalt, wie kalt! Es ist der Liebe milde Zeit.

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Viel Stroh und Heu; Ein paar Gedichte sind auch dabei. Juli Magdalene, Margarethe Weinen gern allebeede. Comment Song-Day in Autumn When the autumn roses Are heavy with dew, Before the mist discloses The leaf's brown hue, You would, among the laughing hills Of yesterday Walk innocent in the daffodils, Coiffing up your auburn hair In a puritan fillet, a chaste white snare To catch and keep me with you there So far away.

When from the autumn roses Trickles the dew, When the blue mist uncloses And the sun looks through, You from those startled hills Come away, Out of the withering daffodils; Thoughtful, and half afraid, Plaiting a heavy, auburn braid And coiling it round the wise brows of a maid Who was scared in her play.

When in the autumn roses Creeps a bee, And a trembling flower encloses His ecstasy, You from your lonely walk Turn away, And leaning to me like a flower on its stalk, Wait among the beeches For your late bee who beseeches To creep through your loosened hair till he reaches, Your heart of dismay. Doch, ich will mein Bestes tun, Nach der Arbeit ist gut ruhn. Comment Abendlicher Reigen 2.

Lange schaut der Mond herein. Dann sprach noch weiter sie: Dich macht nicht Kranz noch Kleid Zu dem, was ich.

Der Herbstwind nach dem Sommer weht - Geht alles seinen Gang. Geht alles seinen Gang - Wie lang? Comment The Crocus Beneath the sunny autumn sky, With gold leaves dropping round, We sought, my little friend and I, The consecrated ground, Where, calm beneath the holy cross, O'ershadowed by sweet skies, Sleeps tranquilly that youthful form, Those blue unclouded eyes. Around the soft, green swelling mound We scooped the earth away, And buried deep the crocus-bulbs Against a coming day.

In blue and yellow from its grave Springs up the crocus fair, And God shall raise those bright blue eyes, Those sunny waves of hair. Not for a fading summer's morn, Not for a fleeting hour, But for an endless age of bliss, Shall rise our heart's dear flower. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass, No time to see, in broad day light, Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty's glance And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught With storied meaning for religion's sake. Amy Lowell — Fragment Was ist Poesie? Ist sie ein Mosaik aus farbigen Steinen, die in ein ausgefallenes Muster verwoben sind?

Wo man oft lange widerstand, Ein gutes Wort leicht Eingang fand. Johann Gottfried Herder Ob ich den Zwist entscheide?

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Wird noch die Frage seyn. Ich suche mich durch Beyde Im Stillen zu erfreu'n. Friedrich von Hagedorn The Competition My girl and my wine resolved to disentwine. How can I stand such pressure? It's time now to define: In secret I shall treasure them both - and both be mine: She gives me greater pleasure, but oft'ner does the wine! Oder dass seine heiligen Reste seien versteckt Unter einer Pyramide, die sich zum Himmel hin reckt? Shakespeare What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones?

Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th' shame of slow-endeavouring art Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dodt make us marble with too much conceiving; And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. Francis William Bourdillon — British poet and translator. Then was loneliness to me Best and true society, But ah! Here all thy classic pleasures cease, Musing mild, and thoughtful peace; Here thou com'st in sullen mood, Not with thy fantastic brood Of magic shapes and visions airy Beckon'd from the land of Fairy: No poetic being here Strikes with airy sounds mine ear; No converse here to fancy cold With many a fleeting form I hold, Here all inelegant and rude Thy presence is, sweet Solitude.

Comment The Voice Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward, And the woman calling.

Thomas Hardy — So reifen sie bei keiner Frau, so schimmernd aus dem Saum: Und dennoch bist du so allein wie nie und schaust mich kaum; das macht: Die Engel alle bangen so, lassen einander los: So kam ich und vollendete dir tausendeinen Traum. Gott sah mich an; er blendete Du aber bist der Baum.

Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! Fern ist nun der Sommer und der Blumenduft.

Rauch steigt in die Luft. Lobt den Lauf des Jahres und den Wechsel auch! Blumen bringt der Sommer und der Herbst den Rauch! Clement's "You owe me five farthings", say the bells of St. Martin's "When will you pay me? Chip chop chip chop — The last man's dead. Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow! Into the starlight, Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day!

Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery. Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest;-- Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same;-- Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element;-- Glorious fountain! Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward, like thee!

James Russell Lowell — Comment May the blessing of the rain be on you— the soft sweet rain. May it fall upon your spirit so that all the little flowers may spring up, and shed their sweetness on the air.

May the blessing of the great rains be on you, may they beat upon your spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there many a shining pool where the blue of heaven shines, and sometimes a star.

Comment The Victor Dog. El ojo del observador: In France, prior to Louis XIV ascending the throne, a nuglcklichsein baroness is forced to marry against her will and is caught up in a web of treachery and murder, threatening her and her husband, whom she has come to love deeply.

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