CONTENTS. [Titles are printed in capital letters, first lines in ordinary type.] Edward 's to the hunting gone. In what enchanted ground "Ah! what 's the matter?" oft I cry I took thee for a rose, thou 'rt but a poppy OEHLENSCHLAEGER If I hadn't thee to love I would love something else INSCRIPTION FOR PEDESTAL OF A LATELY DECEASED POET'S STATUE . WRITTEN ON THE MARGIN OF A LEAF OF GOETHE'S FAUST. TO SELINA. Oh, the pink of all mill'ners is sweet Poesy! IN THE HARDTWALD, BESIDE CARLSRUHE, March 12, 1856 "Old father Time, he loves thee so" I dearly love the red, red rose . Blessed be the man who first invented chairs! It's not on the insect that creeps cautious forward I walked, in the sun, by the side of a wood. The poet must know how to sing. At the kernel to get, thou must first break the shell And now I know thy bones lie here, vain poet. One sunny April morning we were sauntering The painting, to live long, must be a poem Which was the better poet of the two "Proud, boastful Man," 'twas thus the herring said My book's the wide, wide, open field "Of the worst of bad things still some use may be made" 31 32 32 33 33 34 35 35 36 37 38 39 39 40 40 41 42 42 43 44 45 45 46 48 49 49 49 50 50 51 52 53 53 54 TO HOFRATH J. CH. DÖLL, ON OUR LEAVING CARLSRUHE, May 27, 1856 I bade farewell to Antoinette FOR THE BUST OF MONS. GIAMBATTISTA SARTORI CANOVA IN THE ALBUM AT POSSAGNO, August 1856. TO SIGNORA ELISA PAROLINI, ON OUR LEAVING BASSANO. TO SIGNOR FRANCESCO AMBROSI OF BORGO IN THE VAL SUGANA Fare thee well! I don't complain that I saw, in Dresden, on a windy day God bless the light, the best thing God e'er made A little nearer, and a little nearer Gladly I'd go with my letter 'Twas the heat of the battle at Inkermann To T. N. COLE ESQ. TO FRÄULEIN MINNA GEMMEL OF MARIENWERDER Page LOUISA . Deplore, ye Graces, Chloe's death deplore I care not to divert, still less I care. God 's not the word thou oftenest hear'st in Rome Ás I muttered to myself once í am the hare; thou, reader, art the lion "Pshaw! the poetic breed 's extinct," said once. "True wisdom whát is 't?" Let me think. True wisdom To SELINA. Fie! you 've só ill writ my verses Thou ask'st my counsel in this matter, friend IN THE ALBUM OF SIGNOR FRANCESCO BARTOLINI I sing the captain and the pious arms TO LOUISA, ON OUR LEAVING PISTOJA, April, 1858 JOHANNES LEIS, INNKEEPER ON THE BRENNER, Sept. 30, 1856 Their tombs stand on the Appian, with their names Once on a time I made a great acquaintance I wish you joy, sir, of a son and heir Softly thrill 62 63 64 65 65 66 69 70 70 72 73 Can you tell me, my fine little fellow, from what 74 75 75 76 CADI MEHASEB I closed mine eyes and, lo! beside my couch The letters in the Book of Knowledge run 76 77 78 78 79 Fear, in the evening born, and nursed all night Said I to my truelove: "Come, marry me." 84 85 85 86 87 87 Page There is a way to be beloved. TO SELINA ON THE FIRST OF JANUARY, WITH A JAR OF HONEY - "How do you know?" In Error's wood there are a thousand paths. By Youth and Age alike, the present 's borne It 's true to the letter. We, though a little word of two short letters PROMETHEUS AND IO . ANACREONTIC 88 89 89 90 90 91 92 92 93 93 94 95 95 96 96 97 98 98 99 100 101 101 102 102 "Lay bý your poem nine long years," says Horace INSCRIPTION FOR THE BANK OF IRELAND, FORMERLY THE IRISH PARLIAMENT "Wasting time!" time can't be wasted Until it's struck upon Pretty Moon, whom I so often A tap came to my bedroom door, one day THE CHAMOIS - HUNTER. A rare, scarce yet acclimatized exotic Loyal and full of confidence in princes TRUTH AND FALSEHOOD PHILOSOPHY'S LABOUR LOST. Eternal youth cannot be and was never "Fresh fish from Helicon! who 'll buy? who 'll buy ?" Page Look circumspect round you before Danger comes THE TWO LOOKING-GLASSES. 116 117 Like weeds which a gardener throws out on (the dunghill 117 Only God sees the heart. True, of all hearts 122 Belinda from the glass turns wroth away. An air balloon, it seemed, or diving-bell . MOTTO FOR THE AUTHOR'S SIX PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE HEROIC TIMES Up to the ears, I have heard it said Know thine own self, the wise man said of old When I was young I had so much of life A man's a fool, I 've heard it said LA LENGUA QUEDA, Y LOS OJOS LISTOS. WRITTEN IN SCHOLASTICA'S DENKBUCH, SEEHAUS, ACHENSEE, Oct. 9, 1861 Thou didst well, Maro, to decree The art of speaking 's not, to speak the truth LIFE. Mine eye lights never on a bearded fop No cat has two tails, I have heard 158 159 160 161 164 164 165 166 166 167 167 |