The Literature and Romance of Northern Europe: Constituting a Complete History of the Literature of Sweden, Denmark, Norway and Iceland, with Copious Specimens of the Most Celebrated Histories, Romances, Popular Legends and Tales ... Ballads ... Dramas,, National and Favourite Songs, Novels, and Scenes from the Life of the Present Day, Band 2

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Seite 408 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Seite i - THE LITERATURE AND ROMANCE OF NORTHERN EUROPE: CONSTITUTING A COMPLETE HISTORY OF THE LITERATURE OF SWEDEN, DENMARK, NORWAY, AND ICELAND, WITH COPIOUS SPECIMENS OF THE MOST CELEBRATED HISTORIES, ROMANCES, POPULAR LEGENDS AND TALES, OLD CHIVALROUS BALLADS, TRAGIC AND COMIC DRAMAS, NATIONAL SONGS, NOVELS, AND SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF THE PRESENT DAY. BY WILLIAM AND MARY HOWITT.
Seite 302 - ... away ! Sweet ! no denying, Frowning, or sighing — Could'st thou be trying To answer me nay ? Hence, on the shallows, our little boat leaving, Or to the Sound where green waves are heaving, Where our true love its first bond was weaving, Causing to Thirsis so much dismay. Step in the boat, then ! both of us singing, Love afresh springing, O'er us shall reign. If the storm rages, If it war wages, Thy love assuages Terror and pain. Calm 'mid the billows...
Seite 445 - Autumn came, and saw, by frosts unblighted, Wave the golden harvest for the reaper. Then fell Pavo on his knees, thus speaking : " God hath only tried us, not forsaken !" On her knees his wife fell, and thus said she : " God hath only tried us, not forsaken !" And then gladly spake she to her husband : " Pavo, Pavo ! take with joy the sickle, We may now make glad our hearts with plenty, Now may throw away the bark unsavory, And bake rich, sweet bread of rye-meal only !" Pavo took her hand in his,...
Seite 165 - In their death hour exultingly ! And Christendom shall never cease To bless Thee both for life and peace. Yea, Father, praise from all bursts forth, Because thy Son brought peace to earth ; Because thy Holy Ghost doth give The word that makes thy Church to live. ' Thou King of Glory, Saviour dear, Blessed and welcome be Thou here. Thou laid'st thy great dominion by, On a poor virgin's breast to lie ! Thou didst to glory consecrate And heavenly joy, our poor estate; Our yoke, our sins, on Thee didst...
Seite 332 - Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
Seite 242 - ... may also mention the Dane JN Madvig, the greatest Latin scholar of the last century, a scholar who created a new epoch in the study of the old texts. The scholars of all lands accept his views as final. He who would write the history of electricity must study the life of the great Dane, HC Oersted. His discovery in 1820 of electro-magnetism — the identity of electricity and magnetism — which he not only discovered, but demonstrated incontestably, placed him at once in the highest rank of...
Seite 301 - WAKEN, thou fair one ! up, Amaryllis ! Morning so still is, Cool is the gale. The rainbow of heaven, With its hues seven, Brightness hath given To wood and dale. Sweet Amaryllis, let me convey thee, In Neptune's arms nought shall affray thee ; Sleep's god no longer power has to stay thee, Over thy eyes and speech to prevail. Come out a-fishing ; nets are forth carrying ; Come, without tarrying, Hasten with me.
Seite 431 - And there lives not such a hero, Not a man so firm of purpose, Not a man, much less a woman, By his tears who is unmoved. Weep the young and weep the aged ; Weep the middle-aged not less so ; Weep the men who are unmarried, Weep the married men as fully ; Weep the bachelors and maidens ; Weeps the girl, half-child, half-woman, When is heard that moving sound. So his tears drop in the waters, Tears of ancient Wainamoinen ; To the blue sea they flow onward, Onward from the wild strand flowing ; Deep...
Seite 172 - Far beyond cloud-track or tempest's career ; At times I hummed songs, and the desolate waste Was the first the sad chimes of my spirit to hear. Gloomy and gray are the moorlands where rest My fathers, yet there doth the wild heather bloom ; And amid the old cairns the lark buildeth her nest, And sings in the desert, o'er hill-top...

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