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Sie verldebi . ' . -- * Die Raup' umspinnt den goldnen Zweig Zum Winterhans fur ihre Brut ; Und du flickst zwischen der Yergangenheit Erliabne Trummer Fur deine Bedurfniss ' Eine Hutte , o Menscli , Geniessest iiber Grabern !—Leb wohl , du glucklich Weib ! FBAU , Du willst nicht bleiben ? WANDRER . Gott erhalt' euch , Segn' euera Knaben ! FRAU , Gliick auf den Weg ! WANDRER . Wohin f iihrt mich der Pfad Dort iiber ' n Berg ?
frau . N ach Cuxna . WANDRER . Wie weit ist * s hin ? J ? RAU . DreyMeilen gut .
WANDRER . Leb wohl J O leite naeinen Gang , Natur I Den Fremdlings-Reisetritt , Den liber Graber Heiliger Vergangenheit Ich wandle . Leit' ihti zum Schutzort , Vor ' m Nord gedeckt , Und wo dem Mittagsstrahl Kin Pappelwaldchea webrt . Und kthr * ich dann Am Abend heim Zur Hutte , Vergoldet vom letzten Sonnenstrahl ; Lasz mich empfangen solch ein Weib ,. Den Knaben auf dem Arm I
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DIE NECTARTROPFEN .
Als Minerva jenen Liebling , Den Prometheus , zu begttnst ' gen , Kine voile Nectarschale Von dem Hitmnel niederbrachte , Seine Menschen zu begltlcken , Und den Trieb zu holaen KUnsten Ihrem Busen einzufld ^ sen ; £ ilte 8 »© mit Bcl ^ neUen FUoBen ,
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46 $ Goethe ' s Works ,
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THE DROPS OF NECTAR .
Prometheus had formed the humaa race , "When Pallas , of his bold deed patroness . To render blessed the men whom he had made , And fill their bosoms with the ardent thirst Of art . benign , brought down from heaven . below ,
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Unconscious of the ornament it hides ; " * The little , worm spins round the golden , branch , A winter habitation for its brood . And thou , O man ! pat chest a hovel up For thy low wants , amid the wreck sublime Of ancient days ; hast joy too over graves !—Farewell , thou happy woman . woman . Wili ' st not stay ? WANDERER . May God be withthee and thy little child ! WOMAN , Good luck attend thee . WANDERER . Whither leads the path O ' er yonder mountain ?
WOMAN . That is Cuma road . WANDERER . How far from hence ? WOMAN . 'Tis distant full nine miles
WANDERER . Farewell I O nature guide the wanderer ' s steps , Which bear me o ' er antiquity ' s dread graves , And lead me to the asylum , shelterM Against north winds , where to the midday beam A poplar grove does wave . And if I then Return at evening to the lowly hut , Illumin'd by the ray of the setting sun , May such a woman then receive me there With such a child in her arm 1
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1832, page 468, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1816/page/36/
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