Í, being a boy, used thus to count my fingers "Why 's a priest like a fingerpost, you dunce ?" There was a curious creáture THE GAP IN THE CLOUDS . in mine ínn I'll take mine eáse A double folly how to cook Said Vinegar-cruet to Mustard-pot once Sometimes I've with my Muse a miff Sweet breathes the hawthorn in the early spring King Will his seat in royal state Wéll, it is a dárling creáture! WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT PREDAZZO. Once on a time it happened as I was lounging in the Vatican. 82 What dog is thát, Sir, tell me, pray "If well thou wouldst get through this troublesome world" Another and another and another 94 94 96 Tóngueless thou 'st yét a triple voice, gray lock 101 Well now I'm sure I don't know why in the world it was put there 118 Why paint Deáth the king of térrors? . "Týrant, I'll have my rights;" I once heard say. Do good to your friend and hé 'll do good to you Draw back from the mirror; your image recédes CONTENTION BETWEEN NOSE AND EYES FOR THE SPECTACLES. 121 129 130 132 133 134 134 135 135 136 136 137 There's nothing I so much admire. 139 Fróm his shroúd the dead man peéping 140 What benéficent Jóve was 't, or Búddh or Osiris. 140 TRAY.. 141 No more questions, good friend, no more questions, I pray 'Tis the little boy låshing his tóp in the coúrt 'Twas on the First of Jánuary eárly in the morning The són 's a poor, wrétched, unfortunate creáture You don't like my writings, won't read them nor búy them "I believe it," said Faith, "though I know it's a flát "Even the Lovely must die" To be sure, Mr. poet Main Fórce with saw, hátchet and stróng rope achieved Sleep and Waking ónce a strife had While there 's óne drop in the bottle If rightly on my theme I think He's dead these long áges, and áll his bones mouldered. 144 145 148 148 148 149 149 149 150 152 152 153 That I'm much praised by men of little sense "Págan, forsáke your Góds," the Christian cries LETTER RECEIVED FROM A REVIEWER. "Obéy;" said Majority ónce to Minority 153 153 154 158 Beware how you attempt the world to cheat 158 Page "See before thee," said Hópe, "where the pleasant light yónder With pallid lip quívering and fíery eye flashing. her Pást Time 's dead and gone, and búried, and the réquiem sung óver HAMLET. ROMEO AND JULIET. 159 160 164 TO PROFESSOR GRATZ, ON MY LEAVING CARLSRUHE, Aug. 16, 1855 175 175 TO DOCTOR E. TAFEL, ON MY LEAVING TÜBINGEN, Aug. 31, 1855 "So there 's an énd!" said I, and from the grave Ásk me not what her name was ít 's small måtter 181 She never in her whole life wrote one stánza These verses reád, and, having read, tell me This world 's so fast progréssing I do not despair to see yet The coachman drives, the horses draw, the cárriage carries Díves Wouldst thou convince the doubting world thou 'rt truly . There are two sisters; óne with bright. 182 183 183 183 184 In Róme's old days of glóry, when a cítizén thought fít 193 194 THE ASTRONOMERS. 196 Well to get through this world there 's óne receípt . 197 INSCRIPTION FOR A LUCIFER - MATCH BOX. (II). 198 Clever people are disagreeable, always taking the advantage of you 199 Right for yoú 's wrong for mẻ. 200 "Stop! stay! let 's consider!" cried Írresolution 200 Summer 's góne fled away with his lílies and róses 201 MARBACH. 202 Óver hill and plaín and válley 203 Page Rechts steht der Aberglaube, Alles glaubend CASSANDRA. Téll me nót how múch thou lov'st me. Out of the gráve I took for love thy body TO JUSTINUS KERNER, THE SUABIAN POET. Ás in the printed volume every piece. DIE WEIBERTREUE Der Abergläub'ge glaubt zu viel . Warum, mein Kind, sehn'st du dich so nach Oben? In the name of Gód we bind thee to this stake "What's the reáson, Prométheus," once said Epimetheus 204 205 STUTTGART, Nov. 10, 1855 206 208 208 209 209 210 210 211 211 211 212 214 215 216 TO JUSTINUS KERNER, THE SUABIAN POET, ON HIS SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY. His máster deád, poor Snap with troubled eye TO A POET ABOUT TO WRITE IN A LADY'S NEW ALBUM. So many máps, guides, sígnposts point the way QUIVIS AND QUILIBET. Pleasure líves not one ínstant Give us beauty we cáre not for strength. Évery thing tells on crime; the prince that kissed The sun shines ón me áll the day To William, half in jest and half in earnest Man 's a hámmer, thou sáy'st, made to hámmer hard náture 221 221 221 222 224 224 224 225 227 That man 's worth millions, but that man 's unworthy. 232 234 As long as thou faithfully lóv'st me. In this apple 's a core, in that core there's a pippin If thou wouldst please the Góds thou must contrive Page 236 237 237 237 238 Farewell for éver, and sometimes a sígh 239 Modest, mild, unpreténding, obsérvant, invéntive 239 All the good which we see in this world proves God's goódness 239 Arabélla my sóng read 240 TO FRÄULEIN EMILIA SÜPFLE, CARLSRUHE, Nov. 19, 1855. Well! great poets don't álways the bést sense indíte! 243 243 What a pity thou 'rt childless! thou 'dst beén a kind párent "There it is, Ma!" said Cúpid, showing Vénus a thórn 244 244 245 246 "When think'st thou will áll men be óf one opinion?" I ténderly love thee, and plédge thee my tróth I swear what I knów, that I ténderly love thee May I beg to ask whý thou preférrest me, Múse! From blank noúght to the womb, from the womb to the crádle 258 Of three dear maíds, whose lovely faces 259 Bad vérses, Sir póet; there néver were worse 260 Here I am, your thimblerígger, kind géntlemen and ládies 260 When every one of us has gót his just ríghts 261 The great Róman dictátor, his báldness to hide 262 All Césars since Július have worn the laur'l wreath 262 |