Wallenstein's Camp, from the German; And Other Original Poems (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...forge the chain For those who choose to wear it; But the soldier the term of his sorrows can brave, And look death in the face.--Who shall call him a slave? First Yager. The cares of life he flings away, Its doubt, its fear, its sorrow; He beards his fate: --if missed to-day, Is hit perchance to-morrow. Are we marked for the morrow? Time's goblet runs low--Let us drain the last exquisite drop ere we go. The glasses are filled again, and all drink. Sergeant. From heaven his lot derives its hirth, By no long toil extorted, Which still for treasure digs the earth, By stones and rubbish thwarted.--It digs and it shovels, and fashions with pain The grave which its maker's own dust shall contain. First Yager. Mid festal lamps, a fearful guest The trembling bridegroom counts him, Who thundering comes where none request, The steed and he who mounts him. His suit is not settled by parchment or form--He wins not by parley, who woos hut by storm. Second Cuirassier. Why pales the cheek, why drops the tear? Oh, see him part more coolly He has no lasting quarters here--How can the brave love truly? His fate drives him onward, and how can the mind Be left with its loves and affections behind? First Yager. Joins hands with the two next--the rest do the same, and form an half-circle. Up, comrades bridle and away, With breasts for battle panting Youth boils, and fresh life flings its spray--Up, ere that life be wanting Who would share it must stake it, and none who refuse The hazard shall gain it--who stakes it may lose RESIGNATION. FROM SCHILLER. I too was born Arcadia's happy child, And nature on my infant years, In pledge of many a future blessing, smiled: I too was born Arcadia's happy child, Yet my short spring has left me nought but tears. The May of..

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...forge the chain For those who choose to wear it; But the soldier the term of his sorrows can brave, And look death in the face.--Who shall call him a slave? First Yager. The cares of life he flings away, Its doubt, its fear, its sorrow; He beards his fate: --if missed to-day, Is hit perchance to-morrow. Are we marked for the morrow? Time's goblet runs low--Let us drain the last exquisite drop ere we go. The glasses are filled again, and all drink. Sergeant. From heaven his lot derives its hirth, By no long toil extorted, Which still for treasure digs the earth, By stones and rubbish thwarted.--It digs and it shovels, and fashions with pain The grave which its maker's own dust shall contain. First Yager. Mid festal lamps, a fearful guest The trembling bridegroom counts him, Who thundering comes where none request, The steed and he who mounts him. His suit is not settled by parchment or form--He wins not by parley, who woos hut by storm. Second Cuirassier. Why pales the cheek, why drops the tear? Oh, see him part more coolly He has no lasting quarters here--How can the brave love truly? His fate drives him onward, and how can the mind Be left with its loves and affections behind? First Yager. Joins hands with the two next--the rest do the same, and form an half-circle. Up, comrades bridle and away, With breasts for battle panting Youth boils, and fresh life flings its spray--Up, ere that life be wanting Who would share it must stake it, and none who refuse The hazard shall gain it--who stakes it may lose RESIGNATION. FROM SCHILLER. I too was born Arcadia's happy child, And nature on my infant years, In pledge of many a future blessing, smiled: I too was born Arcadia's happy child, Yet my short spring has left me nought but tears. The May of..

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Rarebooksclub.com

Country of origin

United States

Release date

July 2012

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First published

July 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 1mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

24

ISBN-13

978-0-217-98060-9

Barcode

9780217980609

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0-217-98060-0



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