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Identifier: picturesoftravel00hein (find matches)
Title: Pictures of travel;
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Heine, Heinrich, 1797-1856 Leland, Charles Godfrey, 1824-1903, tr Genung, Charles Harvey
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Publisher: New York, D. Appleton
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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delighted his very soul,as they merrily hummed around, and were glad in the beau-tiful world, and were contented with a sap-green leaf and adrop of water, with a warm sun-ray and with the perfume ofthe herbage. In those times the boys heart was as gay asthe fluttering insects. But now his heart had grown older, itslittle sun-rays were quenched, its flowers had faded, even itsbeautiful dream of love had grown dim; in that poor heartwas naught save wanton will and care, and to say the worst— it was my heart. I had returned that day to my old father town, but I wouldnot remain there overnight, and I longed for Godesberg, thatI might sit at the feet of my lady friend and tell of the littleVeronica. I had visited the dear graves. Of all my livingfriends, I had found but an uncle and an aunt. Even whenI met once known forms in the street, they knew me no more,and the town itself gazed on me with strange glances. Many NAPOLEON ON THE BELLEROPHON Photogravure from a painting by Orchardson.
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IDEAS 149 houses were colored anew, strange faces gazed on me throughthe window-panes, worn-out old sparrows hopped on the oldchimneys, everything looked dead and yet fresh, like a saladgrowing in a graveyard; where French was once spoken Inow heard the Prussian dialect; even a little Prussian court hadtaken up its retired dwelling there, and the people bore courttitles. The hair-dresser of my mother had now become theCourt-Hair-Dresser, and there were Court-Tailors, Court-Shoe-makers, Court-Bed-Bug-Destroyers, Court-Groggeries—thewhole town seemed to be a Court Hospital for courtly spiritualinvalids. Only the old Prince Elector knew me, he still stoodin the same old place; but he seemed to have grown thinner.For just because he stood in the Market Place, he had had afull view of all the miseries of the time, and people seldomgrow fat on such sights. I was as if in a dream, and thoughtof the legend of the enchanted city, and hastened out of thegate, lest I should awake too soon. I m

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