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Title: Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Butterworth, Hezekiah, 1839-1905. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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rds, with other words ofthe same meaning. The music of C. M. Von Weber has carried the hunt ofLutzow over the world. The song and music alike catch the spirit and themovement of a corps of cavalry bent on the destruction of an enemy. Onesees the flying horsemen in the poem, and hears them in the music. It wasone of the few martial compositions that starts one to ones feet, and stirs onesblood with the memory of heroic achievements. I will give you one of the most vigorous translations. Longfellow hasadopted it in his Poems of Places. It catches the spirit of the original, andvery nearly reproduces the original thought. 262 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS. LUTZOWS WILD CHASE. What gleams from yon wood in the bright sunshine ? Hark ( nearer and nearer t is sounding ;It hurries along, black line upon line,And the shrill-voiced horns in the wild chase join, The soul with dark horror confounding:And if the black troopers name youd know,T is Liitzows wild Jager, — a-hunting they go ! ik
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MAYENCE IN THE OLDEN TIME. From hill to hill, through the dark wood they hie, And warrior to warrior is calling ;Behind the thick bushes in ambush they lie.The rifle is heard, and the loud war-cry, In rows the Frank minions are falling : THE SONGS OF THE RHINE. 263 And if the black troopers name you d know,T is Liitzows wild Jager, — a-hunting they go! Where the bright grapes glow, and the Rhine rolls wide, He weened they would follow him never ;But the pursuit came like the storm in its pride,With sinewy arms they parted the tide, And reached the far shore of the river;And if the dark swimmers name you d know,T is Liitzows wild Jager, — a-hunting they go! How roars in the valley the angry fight; Hark ! how the keen swords are clashing!High-hearted Ritter are fighting the fight,The spark of Freedom awakens bright, And in crimson flames it is flashing:And if the dark Ritters1 name you d know,T is Liitzows wild Jager, — a-hunting they go ! Who gurgle in death, mid the groans of th

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