Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth CenturiesEdgar Taylor Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1825 - 326 sidor |
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Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth ... Edgar Taylor Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth ... Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth ... Edgar Taylor Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
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Sida 39 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Sida 230 - THE beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds' sweet chorus flowing, In the echoing wood ; And I love to see, all scattered around, Pavilions and tents on the martial ground ; And my spirit finds it good To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds caparison'd.
Sida 137 - Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu ! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu, Sing cuccu ! " Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu ; Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu ! "Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu, Ne swik thu naver nu ; Sing, cuccu, nu, sing, cuccu, Sing, cuccu, sing, cuccu, nu !
Sida 156 - In a snowy vest, There grass is growing, With dewdrops glowing, And flowers are seen On beds so green. All down in the grove, Around, above, Sweet music floats ; As now loudly vying, Now softly sighing, The nightingale 's plying Her tuneful notes, And joyous at spring Her companions sing.
Sida 206 - Under der linden an der heide, da unser zweier bette was, da mugt ir vinden schone beide gebrochen bluomen unde gras. vor dem walde in einem tal, tandaradei, schone sanc diu nahtegal.
Sida 237 - OJ how sweet the breeze of April Breathing soft, as May draws near, While through nights serene and gentle Songs of gladness meet the ear. Every bird his well-known language Warbling in the morning's pride, Revelling on in joy and gladness By his happy partner's side...
Sida 147 - WouLD I the lofty spirit melt Of that proud dame who dwells so high, Kind Heaven must aid me, or unfelt By her will be its agony. Joy in my soul no place can find : As well might I a suitor be To thunderbolts, as hope her mind Will turn in softer mood to me. Those cheeks are beautiful, are bright As the red rose with dewdrops graced; And faultless is the lovely light Of those dear eyes, that, on me placed, Pierce to my very heart, and fill My soul with love's consuming fires, While passion burns...
Sida 231 - is echoing loud, And there on the earth the lowly and proud In the fosse together lie, And yonder is piled the mingled heap Of the brave that scaled the trench's steep.
Sida 141 - O'er the laughing hedge-rows' side She hath spread her treasures wide ; She is in the greenwood shade, Where the nightingale hath made Every branch and every tree Ring with her sweet melody...
Sida 231 - I tell you that nothing my soul can cheer, Or banqueting, or reposing, Like the onset cry of " Charge them ! " rung From each side, as in battle closing, Where the horses neigh, And the call to