Her bosom, veil'd till then, will show.
1827.*-----JOY AND SORROW.
THE sun still chaunts, as in old time,
The swarthy woman then went inside,
And whirl round in dances so gay;The young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,
I sought to pluck it,--
THE WINTER AND TIMUR.
Then listen, ye ingenuous youth,
Thus he spoke. At that moment the mother and son stood before them.By the hand she led him and placed him in front of her husband"Father," she said, "how often have we, when talking together,Thought of that joyful day in the future, when Hermann, selectingAfter long waiting his bride at length would make us both happy!All kinds of projects we form'd. designing first one, then anotherGirl as his wife, as we talk'd in the manner that parents delight in.Now the day has arrived; and now has his bride been conductedHither and shown him by Heaven; his heart at length has decided.Were we not always saying that he should choose for himself, andWere you not lately wishing that he might feel for a maidenWarm and heart-felt emotions? And now has arrived the right moment!Yes, he has felt and has chosen, and like a man has decided.That fair maiden it is, the Stranger whom he encounter'd.Give her him; else he'll remain--he has sworn it--unmarried for ever."
Terrible enchanted forms,Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms!Wilder yet the sounds are growing!See, the archfiend comes, all-glowing!From the groundHellish vapours rise around!
I ONCE was fond of fools,
Into the hand as I spake, ever obeying thy touch.Presently didst thou reached the arbour; there lay there a basket,
To admit no waverer here!For to act the good endeavour,