My bookcase and my cash-drawer and my wardrobe; On thee I'll live, and whén Death, at the last, And share with me the lóng night of the tomb. IT 's not on the insect that creeps cautious forward, Take warning, and as the dial's shadow steal cautious CARLSRUHE, March 31, 1856. Putting a penny into a child's hand and closing its hand tight on it. "Da hast du 'n Thaler in die Hand." KEEP the penny fast in hand, And 'twill buy thee house and land, And knives and forks and plates, And pretty children too. CARLSRUHE, May 4, 1856. After Aesop. UPON a stately deer's horns once there sat a little fly, A mighty little thing it was, upon the horns so high: "If I'm too heavy for thee," cried the fly down to the deer, "Thou 'st only just to tell me so, and I'll not stay long here." "Thou 'rt very good," the deer replied, "to let me know thou 'rt there, But pray do not disturb thyself, I'll try the weight to bear." CARLSRUHE, May 9, 1856. As little dog Faithful His owner and master And stay with thee always CARLSRUHE, March 8, 1856. 'TWAS in my study as I sat, One dark November day, Fretting about I know not what, And wishing it were May, An ugly, wrinkled carle came in, And in my face stared full. Not one blessed word he said to me, But ever and anon Groaned just as if his heart would break Be sure, I wished him gone. His elbow on the table propped, His chin upon his hand, He looked, for all the world, like one He sat and sat, and stared at me, Just like two squatting frogs you 've seen His jaundiced cheek turned chocolate, first, Then deep grass - green, then blue, And every time his colour changed, How long we had sat I cannot tell, "You said you'd go at Four; "I'm waiting now since half past Three, "Come in," said I, "and see who 's here" "And so it is and always was, Before thee fly my phantoms blue, CARLSRUHE, May 18, 1856. PLANT a robinia on your poet's grave, With delicate, green leaves and sweet, white flowers, And prickles for the rude, offensive hand, For to the kindly he was sweet and fragrant, CARLSRUHE, March 5, 1856. THE EMIGRE. FORTY He walked, one day, along St. Lawrence' banks, every leaflet He had in his hand, till not even one was left. 1 NEVER was king so royally Served, as I by my housemaids three: Together, I and my housemaids three. CARLSRUHE, May 8, 1856. |