Oswald, The Minnesinger (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
A Legend of Schloss Forst, near MeranPROLOGUEOswald von Wolkenstein, the Last of the Minnesingers, loved a beautifulwoman, named Sabina, who ...
A Legend of Schloss Forst, near MeranPROLOGUEOswald von Wolkenstein, the Last of the Minnesingers, loved a beautifulwoman, named Sabina, who ...
("Old Lucia", who for many years walked back and forth, every day and inall weathers, between Azzano and Menaggio, a ...
"I will gain a fortune," the young man cried;"For Gold by the world is deified;Hence, whether the means be foul ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
I chose me a lovely garden,Beneath whose ivied wallA lake's blue wavelets murmurAs evening shadows fall,--A garden, whose leafy windowsFrame ...
Within a home for captive beastsWhose world had dwindled to a cage,I noted in their mournful eyesSuch resignation, fear, and ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
It stands where darkly wooded cliffsSlope swiftly to the deep,And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeIn foaming splendor leap,--A broad ...
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermoreSeem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now ...
Belov'd Meran, supremely fair!With joy I greet thy peaks anew,And quaff again the crystal airThat fills thy snow-rimmed bowl of ...
THE FAUNWithin my garden's silence and seclusion,In pensive beauty gazing toward the dawn,There stands, mid vines and flowers in profusion, A ...
Once more Lake Como's storied isle Reveals the Roman past!Again a stone of classic style The spade hath upward cast;How can such ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
O goddess of that Grecian isle Whose shores the blue Aegean laves,Whose cliffs repeat with answering smile Their features in its sun-kissed ...
From the mountain gray It has made its wayTo my garden green and cool, And there, from the edge Of a rocky ledgeLeaps ...
The breath of summer stirs the trees,A thousand roses round me bloom,Whose saffron petals give the breezeA wealth of exquisite ...
'Tis not in the bitterest woes of lifeThat the love of friends, as a rule, grows cold;Still less does it ...
One night two lonely women metBeside a storm-swept bay;With tears their mournful eyes were wet,Their pale lips salt with spray;They ...
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
Passing ships! Passing ships!The white foam sparkling at your lipsAnd countless jewels in your wakeProclaim your progress o'er the lake,While ...
Under my trees of green and goldI stroll in the soft, autumnal days,With never a hint of winter's cold,Though the ...
If it be true, as some have dreamed,That all have lived and loved before,I cannot wonder it hath seemedThat on ...
To my hand thou com'st at last,Wand of ebon, tipped with gold,--Often carried in the pastBy a hand that now ...
We know not what mysterious powerLies latent in our words and deeds,--Sweet as the perfume of a flower,Strong as the ...
With a smile and a kiss he went away;At the gate he turned and waved his hand,Then plunged once more ...
The duel of the warring cloudsHath ended with the day;Their scintillant, electric bladesHave ceased their fearful play;The pent up fury ...
Beyond the blue-robed, sleeping lake,I watch the flush of morning rise,While birds and flowers once more wake,To share with me ...
Wandering minstrel at my gate,Shivering in the winter gloaming,How appalling seems your fate,--Destined to be always roaming,Singing for a bit ...
Into my garden sweet and fairBrightly the sun at noonday shines,Melting the frost from the wintry air,Warming the trellis of ...
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