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Identifier: germanclassicsof18fran (find matches)
Title: The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Francke, Kuno, 1855-1930 Howard, William Guild, b. 1868 Singer, Isidore, 1859-1939
Subjects: German literature German literature English literature
Publisher: Albany, N. Y. : J. B. Lyon company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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wild: Time —thats all! • Translator: Margarete Miinsterberg.Vol. XVIII—20 306 THE GERMAN CLASSICS But time! We re scenting a tempest wild, We people!Eternity our own to call,Else weve no lack, my wife, my child,Save all that blooms through us, the small,To be as bold as the birds so wild: Time —thats all! THE GOLDFINCH* The sunlight stabs; a thistle plotGleams in the noontide still and hot.Above the wide and jagged mereOf leaves the stalks are lifting sheerTheir heads of purple. Across the foliage iron-grayA bright bird hops and hops awayAmid the host without a fear,Blithely, as though no thorn were hereA little goldfinch. He flirts his tail and whirs his wing.Then comes a breeze with gentle swingFrom blossom-spear to blossom-spearAnd shakes the shadows far and near;Off darts the goldfinch. I too go onward free of doubt.Behold the bright world round about,And pass through life without a fearAs if no thorn could trouble hereOur glad existence. Translator: Charles Wharton Stork.
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RICHARD DEHMEL RICHARD DEHMEL: POEMS. 307 THE BIG MERRY GO-ROUND* (A Song for a Child.) A MERRY-GO-ROUND is in the sky Thats turning night and day,Fast as a dream it whirls on highSo bright we cannot see it fly, All formed of lights pure ray,— Hark, little rogue, I say. Listen, it takes the stars along That up in heaven gleam.Through space it bears them swift and strong,And as it goes it makes a song So delicate we only seem To hear the music in a dream. In dreams we hear it from afar,From heaven with brightness crowned. How glad, you rogue, your dreams then are. And we turn with it on a star;Never too fast, weve found.Goes the big merry-go-round! •Translator: Charles Wharton Stork. ARNO HOLZ (1863- ) LIKE ONE OF THESE WAS HE*

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