If less agreeable the bower, Come, let 's ascend the ruined tower If you will not the tower ascend, The brown squirrel bounds from tree to tree, That félls at last old monarch oak, Or gáther mushrooms or see glide The clear stream by the gray rock's side, You'll none of all; well, Mary, no; Beside you here I'll live and die, Beside you 's my eternity. TAUERNHAUS, FEHRLEITEN, at the foot of the GROSS-GLOCKNER, July 17, 1854; and while walking from LIENZ to SILIAN in the PUSTERTHAL, July 21, 1854. THE WEDDING RING. LET the pure unalloyed gold of this ring Within which thou shalt pass thy days secure, From áll harm guarded by these sheltering arms. Walking from PFUNDS to RIED (German TYROL), Sept. 4, 1854. I would not, if I could, be wise, Wealth has small splendor in mine eyes, I live and breathe and see the sun, And if I'm loved by one alone, Ye kings, wise, rích men, envy me. LANDRO in the valley of AMPEZZO, July 22, 1854. CUCKOO! 'Twas ón a balmy day Cuckoo! Cáckoo! Évery day in June, But when búrning hot July Ah! the cuckoo bade good bye, Quick cóme again, sweet May, Again I hear her say, Cúckoo! Cúckoo ! While travelling in Stellwagen from SAUERLOCH to HOLZKIRCHEN (Bavaria), July 8, 1854. JULIA ALPINULA. "My father, spare my father," Julia cried And at th' inexorable Roman's feet Thréw herself, tearless: "Spare, Oh spare, my father; Mércy is dearer far to heaven than justice; Of grátitude; Oh spare my father, Roman; Róme can afford to have mércy on a rebel. The priestess' and the daughter's prayers, be daily Clúng to the Consul's knees; unpitying justice And never in Aventia's temple after Officiated Julia, but away Pined grádual and at last died brokenhearted. A stóne found at Aventicum affirms Ill-fated daughter of ill-fated sire: The síre a rebel died by the hand of justice, *JULIA ALPINULA: HIC JACEO. INFELICIS PATRIS INFELIX PROLES. DEAE AVENTIAE SACERDOS. EXORARE PATRIS NECEM NON POTUI: MALE MORI IN FATIS ILLI ERAT. VIXI ANNOS XXIII. MÁN, egoistic, for his own self lives, Thinking he lives for honor, virtue, fame, Lives only in and for the egoist Who in the name of love has made her slave. Walking from LIENZ to SILIAN in the PUSTERTHAL, July 21, 1854. A mán and woman travelling by the way Thy face before mine eyes while I am drinking. Walking from LIENZ to SILIAN in the PUSTERTHAL, July 21, 1854. |