Die Neueren Sprachen, Volume 2Wilhelm Viëtor Diesterweg, 1895 - Languages, Modern Vols. 1-5 include a separately paged section "Phonetische Studien. Beiblatt." |
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Page 26 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges, Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles; I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
Page 28 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 334 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh ; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children ; Come, children, come down ! The hoarse wind blows colder ; Lights shine in the town.
Page 32 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 330 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
Page 334 - we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan." But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book! Loud prays the priest; shut stands the door. Come away, children, call no more! Come away, come down, call no more!
Page 330 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Page 332 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday ? Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away ? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well.
Page 340 - I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Page 338 - On the sward at the cliff-top Lie strewn the white flocks, On the cliff-side the pigeons Roost deep in the rocks. In the moonlight the shepherds, Soft lull'd by the rills, Lie wrapt in their blankets Asleep on the hills.