And pénsion and a poet's name. And while away my idle time My tróchees are my diamond crown, My pén 's my sceptre, my inkstánd And take the good, the bad refuse; Ín the whole world, I'd like to know, Where's th' other king that can do so? Walking from BEUERN to WEINGARTEN (BADEN), Octob. 14-15, 1854. ST. ARNAUD. "ON, to the fight!" St. Arnaud called Ínto the field the hero rushed, One held him on each side, He won the fight, then turned about BRUCHSAL in BADEN, Octob. 16, 1854. SOMETIMES I 've with my Muse a miff, Sometimes my Muse with me, You'd think we féll out just to have Last night she came to my bedside "I've come to sing you a new song," And on the táble laid her lamp "This is no time to sing," said I No word replied the dear sweet maid, But géntly laid her hand on mine So ténder, melancholy, soft, That tears came to mine eyes And sometimes scarce the words I heard Fór mine own bursting sighs: "Chármer, sing on, sing éver on, I túrned about as thus I said, But ló! the maid was gone, Had taken her lamp and left me there In vain I watched the livelong night, But stay aye, that 's her own dear voice, And here she comes again. Walking from OPPENAU to BEUERN (BADEN), Octob. 12-13, 1854. SWEET breathes the hawthorn in the early spring Plain, rústic, unpretending, black eyed bean. Walking from ACHENKIRCHEN to SEEHAUS on the ACHENSEE, in the German TYROL, July 9, 1854. KING Will his seat in royal state Tákes on Thought's ocean shore, "Back back, audacious, rebel slaves, And first they drench his velvet shoes The king's cheeks grow with choler red, "What mean ye, what?" three times he cries, "Thús to assault your lord; Ye shall be hanged up every one The waves hear never a word; And óne comes souse and overturns Make háste, good king, and save yourself "Minion," faint gasping he 'd have cried But ló! the wave was gone, And breaks and flows over the king "Enough! he 's had enough," cries loud "Now let him off; though great his crime,. "Down to this shore, I promise you, Unless he is a fool, King Will will not come soon again "So bé it, so bé it," they all reply, To drý himself as best he can That was the first day king Will claimed Rúle over Thought's free waves, And you may swear it was the last He éver called them slaves. Walking from TRYBERG to OBERWOLFACH in the BLACK FOREST (Baden), Octob. 911, 1854. |