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Sweet error !—he but slept,-I breathe again ;
Come, gentle dreams, the hour of sleep beguile! Oh! when shall he, for whom I sigh in vain,
Beside me watch to see thy waking smile?
FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON.
For thee was a house built
Thy house is not
The side-ways unhigh.
Doorless is that house, And dark it is within ; There thou art fast detained, And Death hath the key. Loathsome is that earth-house, And grim within to dwell. There thou shalt dwell, And worms shall divide thee.
Thus thou art laid, And leavest thy friends; Thou hast no friend, Who will come to thee, Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee; Who will ever open The door for thee, And descend after thee; For soon thou art loathsome And hateful to see.
A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK.
FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD.
KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
In mist and smoke.
Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar,
Now is the hour ! He hoisted his blood-red flag once more, And smote upon the foe full sore, And shouted loud, through the tempest's roar,
“Now is the hour !" “Fly!" shouted they, “for shelter fly! Of Denmark's Juel who can defy
The power ?"
North Sea ! a glimpse of Wessel rent
Thy murky sky!
Terror and Death glared where he went;
Thy murky sky !
Path of the Dane to fame and might !
My grave ! 45
THE HAPPIEST LAND.
FRAGMENT OF A MODERN BALLAD.
FROM THE GERMAN.
THERE sat one day in quiet,
By an alehouse on the Rhine,
And drank the precious wine.
The landlord's daughter filled their cups,
Around the rustic board ;
And spake not one rude word.
But when the maid departed,
A Swabian raised his hand,
"Long live the Swabian land !
The greatest kingdom upon earth
compare ; With all the stout and hardy men
And the nut-brown maidens there."
“Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing,
And dashed his beard with wine ; “I had rather live in Lapland,
Than that Swabian land of thine !
The goodliest land on all this earth,
It is the Saxon land !
As fingers on this hand !”
"Hold your tongues, both Swabian and Saxon!"
A bold Bohemian cries ; “ If there's a heaven
this earth, In Bohemia it lies!