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On the broad and the distant, the distant field must die, Where o'er him many a dark-brown maid so mournfully shall sigh."
From the German. Tr. C. T. Brooks.
THEY told me much of Tegernsee:
Then turned I more than one mile from the highway.
That I myself so little plan,
And far too much let other people dictate my way.
I'll scold them not; God bless and make us better!
They gave me water.
Thus, foolish plotter,
I turned from the Monk's table simply wetter.
Walther von der Vogelweide. Tr. A. E. Kroeger.
IN THE TEUTOBURGER FOREST.
HESE ancient hills I see once more,
And that old grove of beech-trees green,
And, falling o'er yon rocky slope,
Who, still a young man, when he went,
A young republic there to find!
So I return, oppressed with care;
Thanks, thanks, ye dear and good and true,
No, not like that old dreamer, I