Hohenlinden. HOHENLINDEN. N Linden, when the sun was low, ON All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few shall part where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. Thomas Campbell. Ilmenau. WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONGS. THOU I. HOU that from the heavens art, Come, ah, come into my breast! II. 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: Thou too shalt rest. Johann Wolfgang von Göthe. Tr. H. W. Longfellow. I Ilsenstein. PRINCESS ILSE. AM the Princess Ilse, And dwell in Ilsenstein: Come with me to my castle; Thou shalt be blest, and mine! With ever-flowing fountains I'll cool thy weary brow: In my white arms reposing, And on my snow-white breast, Thou 'lt dream of old, old legends, And sink in joy to rest. I'll kiss thee and caress thee, As in the ancient day I kissed the Emperor Henry, The dead are dead and silent: And I am fair and blooming, And as my heart is beating, Silk trains are softly rustling, As round the Emperor Henry, - Heinrich Heine. Tr. C. G. Leland. Isar (Iser), the River. THOU TO A BAVARIAN GIRL. HOU, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter, Standing by the Isar's water With thy brother-boy; In thy dream, with idle fingers On thy cheek the sun's kiss lingers, Woods of glossy oak are ringing While thy generous voice is singing Songs, that by the Danube's river And where waves in green light quiver. Life, with all its hues and changes, Like those dreamy Alpine ranges In the southern sky; Where in haze the clefts are hidden, And the crags that fall unbidden Startle not the ear. |