"f had better have asked Cáto, But thou ’1t nót dený the soul knows "Knóws without brain, meán'st thou Caíus? Knóws, though knowing 's bút impréssion, "Well, I cáre not, só thou gránt'st me That the soul survives the body, Lives on in a world beyond this." "Lives, thou mean'st, although it hasn't one Própertý to life belonging, Though it doesn't move, though it doesn't know, Though it doesn't feel, though it doésn't live! "I'm contént, and wish thee áll joy, I'll take this world, thou the next take; Óf the bargain whát thought Cassius, Ón the Ides of Márch, his steel showed. CARLSRUHE, Nov. 11, 1855. INSCRIPTION FOR A LUCIFER MATCH BOX. (III) PROMETHEUS' theft in these dry chips lies hid: Wouldst thou convinced be, rub one on the lid. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 22, 1855. OTHELLO says: Thy púrse is trásh; GIEBELSTADT near WÜRZBURG, Oct. 21, 1855. So many máps, guides, signposts point the way To the next world, I scarce can go astray This side the frontier; but, the barrier past, And firm foot sét on the strange soil at last, I'm in a fix, whither to turn, what do, So inexpérienced I, all round so new Óh for some trústy Murray in my hand, Some Réd Book in, not to, the unknown land! GOTHA, Oct. 12, 1855. As I walked by the hedge One fine summer évening, I saw through the hedge, Nothing stirred but my heart; And nearer and nearer, And half through the hédge pressed, And saw 'twas my Love. The lóng, streaming golden rays Lít up the árbour, And painted more rósy The cheek of my Love, As there without bonnet, Her head on her arm laid, In the rústic chair sítting I could see her breast heáving, How it happened I scárce know Back stealing on tiptoe, I might have staid lónger, CARLSRUHE, Dec. 9, 1855. QUIVIS AND QUILIBET. QUIVIS. QUILIBET! Quilibét! That so hónorest Schiller, So Virgil adórest, Quilibét! tell me whý Thou 'rt so mighty unlike both. QUILIBET. Ask Hórace why wasn't he The ditto of Virgil; Ask Goéthe why was he The opposite of Schiller; Ask the Needle why isn't it CARLSRUHE, Dec. 13, 1855. The rose which thou 'st júst plucked, see! is it not broken? CARLSRUHE, Dec. 18, 1855. |