"HERE I gó up and down, hop, hop, hóp, I would not change with thee, somehow." "For a thing of thy size," answered Í, "Great 's thy wisdom, I 'll never dený, So to live on the same way I'll try, As I lived years before thou wast hátched, Or the bárn, thou wast hátched in, was thatched; Pert spárrow, I hope thou art matched." "Very well," said the spárrow; "let bé; I'd no word said uncívil to thee, AUF WIEDERSEH'N! Auf Wiederseh'n! politer word Auf Wiederseh'n! then, dearest girl, Since from thee I must part Auf Wiederseh'n! not from the lips HEIDELBERG, July 28, 1855. TO HOFRATH SÜPFLE AND HIS DAUGHTER EMILIA; ON OUR LEAVING CARLSRUHE, AUG. 16, 1855. ADIEU! kind friends; and, by these idle rhymes TO PROFESSOR GRATZ LIBRARIAN OF THE GRAND DUCAL LIBRARY, CARLSRUHE. ON MY LEAVING CARLSRUHE, AUG. 16, 1855. FAREWELL! and happy live till thou and I AUGUST the Twenty Third, in Tübingen, I paid a visit to the poet Uhland, Who with some fórmal courtesy received me, Móre wouldst thou knów of Úhland? páy him a visit Wrinkled, hard-visaged man of eight and sixty, In his stúdy, moping over Lord knows what, Walking from BEILSTEIN to WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG); Sept. 3, 1855. TO DOCTOR EMANUEL TAFEL, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY AND LIBRARIAN IN THE UNIVERSITY OF TÜBINGEN. ON MY LEAVING TÜBINGEN, AUG. 31, 1855. LEARNING and leisure, and a gentle mind Híding the reál, sad, suffering world from view, "So there's an end!" said I, and from the grave And nów, the last day come at long and last, STUTTGART, Sept. 1, 1855. *Doctor Tafel is a zealous disciple of Swedenborg's, and has written much and amiably and eloquently, but as it appears to me, without any vis consequentiae, in support of that religionist's doctrines. LUCEM PEROSUS. NAKED, and for the plunge prepared, I stood And, having thought a brief farewell to home, Which with a wélcome gurgling filled mine ears, And mouth and nose and eyes, and stopped my breath, And I became as though I had not been born; And mén set up a stone to mark the spot, And carved a death's - head and cross bones upón it, And would have killed me tén times, if they could, Pity their creéd 's not trué, else I 'd come back And heaven's revenge, and their own naughtiness In vain. Let be; their creed 's their punishment. Walking from THEMAR to SUHL, in the THURINGIAN FOREST; Oct. 3, 1855. |