Telle est la Vie. Seest thou yon bark? It left our bay But soon that glorious course was lost, Telle est la vie! That flower, that fairest flower that grew, That flower, which I had spared to cull, And shone so fresh and gay; Had all unseen a deathly shoot, The germ of future sorrow; And there was canker at its root, That nipped it ere the morrow. Telle est la vie! I've watched from yonder mountain's height The waxing and the waning light, I've heard the thunder long and loud, I've seen the sunshine and the cloud, Caecae Lubrica Vitae. En ratis ista iacet, nostris qvae nuper ab oris At cito defecit cursu ratis ista superbo, Scilicet aeqvoreis victima capta dolis; Talis et haec vita est, qvae, flos velut iste tenellus, 'Mane viget, marcet vespere, nocte perit.' Vidi ego dissimiles casus ortusqve diei, Qva face sol intret, qva face linqvat aqvas; Vidi ego densa brevi subcedere nubila luci, Qvom modo sol imbrem, solem modo depulit imber, Now 'twas all sunshine glad and bright, At luctata tamen fragili cum luce procella Fluctuat: impendens qvid ferat hora, latet. Puer et Rosa. Terminos extra puerum vagantem Rosa tenella, gemma amata, Te tuo vellam, rosa pulcra, ramo, Rosa tenella, gemma amata, Ille nil instat metuens pericli; Rosa misella, gemma amata, G. B. K. To the Nightingale. O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. MILTON. Am Flusse. Verfliesset, vielgeliebte Lieder, Ihr fanget nur von meiner Lieben; GOETHE. |