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Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song

Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song

Now hearken, ye who take delight
In boasting of your worth!
To many a man, to many a knight,
Beloved in peace and brave in fight,

Sometimes with One I Love

Sometimes with One I Love

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I
effuse unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is

Ganymede

Ganymede

How, in the light of morning,
Round me thou glowest,
Spring, thou beloved one!
With thousand-varying loving bliss
The sacred emotions
Born of thy warmth eternal

The dilettante and the critic

The dilettante and the critic

A boy a pigeon once possess'd,
In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;
He loved it well, and in boyish sport
Its food to take from his mouth he taught,

Christel

Christel

My senses ofttimes are oppress'd,
Oft stagnant is my blood;
But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,
I feel my strength renew'd.
I see her here, I see her there,

On the lake

On the lake

I drink fresh nourishment, new blood
From out this world more free;
The Nature is so kind and good
That to her breast clasps me!
The billows toss our bark on high,

With A Painted Ribbon

With A Painted Ribbon

LITTLE leaves and flow'rets too,

Scatter we with gentle hand,
Kind young spring-gods to the view,

Sporting on an airy band.

Zephyr, bear it on the wing,

Wont And Done

Wont And Done

I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave!
I then was the servant, but now am the slave;

I then was the servant of all:

Wow April Love

Wow April Love

It’s an odd way
Chasing you to prove my love
I’m your detective
For every clue I say wow
I’m lost in your footsteps
As all signs point at your escapes

Love

Love

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,

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