Anthology of Swedish Lyrics from 1750 to 1915, Том 9Charles Wharton Stork American-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 280 стор. |
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... thee , Peace on Neptune's bosom I'll secure thee . Let the god of sleep no longer lure thee , Let him no more overmaster thee there ! Let's go a - fishing - nets are all spread now— Mope not in bed now , Quickly rise ! Come thou , all ...
... thee , Peace on Neptune's bosom I'll secure thee . Let the god of sleep no longer lure thee , Let him no more overmaster thee there ! Let's go a - fishing - nets are all spread now— Mope not in bed now , Quickly rise ! Come thou , all ...
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... thee may I proffer Reddest of strawberries , milk , and wine , Or a bright carp from the fen shall I offer , Or but a bowl from the fountain so fine ? Truly the flood - gates of heaven are broken- Rich KARL MIKAEL BELLMAN 15.
... thee may I proffer Reddest of strawberries , milk , and wine , Or a bright carp from the fen shall I offer , Or but a bowl from the fountain so fine ? Truly the flood - gates of heaven are broken- Rich KARL MIKAEL BELLMAN 15.
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... thee . Hand from the window , cousin mine , First a dry rusk and a can of , I pray thee , Hogland wine . Isn't it delightful , etc. Off to his stable is led my good charger , 16 ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDISH LYRICS.
... thee . Hand from the window , cousin mine , First a dry rusk and a can of , I pray thee , Hogland wine . Isn't it delightful , etc. Off to his stable is led my good charger , 16 ANTHOLOGY OF SWEDISH LYRICS.
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... thee here ! Thou dost enkindle all nature with pleasure , As thy warm eyes enflame now me . Clang ! at thy lattice with heart's fullest measure Here's to thee . Chorus Is n't it delightful , little Fishertown ? " Delightful ! Be it ...
... thee here ! Thou dost enkindle all nature with pleasure , As thy warm eyes enflame now me . Clang ! at thy lattice with heart's fullest measure Here's to thee . Chorus Is n't it delightful , little Fishertown ? " Delightful ! Be it ...
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... thee , thou universal mother . Not , Heaven , that I dare accuse thy dispensation , Though on my budding spring was sent the deadly hail ; But should I only count my days of exultation , ' T would prove that in my breast a human heart ...
... thee , thou universal mother . Not , Heaven , that I dare accuse thy dispensation , Though on my budding spring was sent the deadly hail ; But should I only count my days of exultation , ' T would prove that in my breast a human heart ...
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Сторінка 168 - HERE is a spark dwells deep within my soul. To get it out into the daylight's glow Is my life's aim both first and last, the whole. It slips away, it burns and tortures me. That little spark is all the wealth I know; That little spark is my life's misery.
Сторінка 195 - They danced as with bodies of tow set afire, All jumping like grasshoppers higher and higher, And heel it rang sharp upon stone. The coat-tails they fluttered, the aprons they flew, And braids were a-flapping and skirts flung askew, While the music would whimper and drone. Then in birch, or in alder, or hazel thicket There was whispering light as the chirp of a cricket From the depths of the darkness near. Over stock, over stone, there was flight and pursuing, And under green boughs...
Сторінка 166 - Aye, close to a cliff let our people stand Where a fool his poor neck may shatter. There are other things, men, to hold in your hand Than a brim-full Egyptian platter. It were better the plate should be split in two Than that hearts should rot when still living. That no race may be more great than you, — That's the goal, why count we the striving? It were better to feel the avenger's might Than that years unto naught should have hasted, It were better our people should perish quite And our fields...
Сторінка 230 - ... manly charm. Fridolin dances free, He is filled with the memory Of his sire and grandsire who danced there long Before to that old melody. Ye sleep now, ye sires, on the festival night, And stilled is the hand that could fiddle with might, For your life — like your day — is a murmuring song That echoes a wistful delight. But Fridolin dances free — Your son, and a brave lad he; He can talk in the peasant style with a churl, And in Latin to men of degree. His scythe goes sharp through the...
Сторінка 80 - Anthology of Swedish Lyrics " translated by CHARLES WHARTON STORK. Laughter without a home Wandering mournfully, Came to the great man's lips: " May I have lodging here? " — " This is the home of Pride" Laughter without a home Wandering mournfully, Came to a scholar's lips:
Сторінка 228 - I'd wallow, Give me but the blades that follow Melting snows in pine-dark hollow, And the earliest thrush's tune. Best the lover's time of waiting, Of betrothal ere the mating. Spring has naught so captivating As a secret sweetheart fair. Seldom with her, soon asunder, He will dream the strange wild wonder Life so soon for him may bear. Golden fruit, let others shake it, Mine be not the hand to take it, For my garden I'd forsake it When the trees are budding there.