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Reviews.
tribute from an affectionate and sympathetic eye-witness , of his courage and his wit , and his tenderness and his trust , even to the last scene of all . That his works will ever he very popular in England , we do not think . There is something in Heine which seems at times to repel , to make us doubt alike the meaning and the actuality of his words , and we can at the best but master Ms golden thoughts through the medium of a translation whichhowever skilfulis not " the original . "
, , We give two or three specimens of Heine ' s German poems , and we leave them , despite a weak translation , to the careful consideration of our readers . We may state that the heroine of this first charming poem is the lady to whose truly touching words Lord Houghton ' s admirable monograph owes much of its extreme affectiveness : —
WENN ICH AN DEINEM HAHSE . When hy thy house in the morning By-passing , I wander me , It rejoices me , little dear one , When 1 thee at the window see !
With thy dark brown eyes a-gazing , Thouseemest me to scan—Who art thou ] and , what wonld'st thou , Oh , strange , and ailing man ? I am a German Poet
, In German-land well famed , And when they name the best of names , There will then mine he named . And what I want , oh , little one , Want many Germans the same ;
And when they name the greatest grief , Mine also will have a name !
WIE DER MOND SIGH LEUCHTEND DRANGET . As the moon in brightness presses Through the dimmer clouds of night , There gleams from out of darker hours ,
For me a picture full of light . On the deck we all were sitting , Sailing proudly down the Rhine , And the banks in summer verdure Glow in evening ' s sunny shine . At a dear lady ' s feet I sat me
Musing , she was full of grace , While played the red and golden sunshine On her clear and classic face . Lutes were ringing , lads were singing , Marvellous festivity , The blue sky seemed even bluer , Greater the Soul ' s immensity .
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Reviews.
tribute from an affectionate and sympathetic eye-witness , of his courage and his wit , and his tenderness and his trust , even to the last scene of all . That his works will ever he very popular in England , we do not think . There is something in Heine which seems at times to repel , to make us doubt alike the meaning and the actuality of his words , and we can at the best but master Ms golden thoughts through the medium of a translation whichhowever skilfulis not " the original . "
, , We give two or three specimens of Heine ' s German poems , and we leave them , despite a weak translation , to the careful consideration of our readers . We may state that the heroine of this first charming poem is the lady to whose truly touching words Lord Houghton ' s admirable monograph owes much of its extreme affectiveness : —
WENN ICH AN DEINEM HAHSE . When hy thy house in the morning By-passing , I wander me , It rejoices me , little dear one , When 1 thee at the window see !
With thy dark brown eyes a-gazing , Thouseemest me to scan—Who art thou ] and , what wonld'st thou , Oh , strange , and ailing man ? I am a German Poet
, In German-land well famed , And when they name the best of names , There will then mine he named . And what I want , oh , little one , Want many Germans the same ;
And when they name the greatest grief , Mine also will have a name !
WIE DER MOND SIGH LEUCHTEND DRANGET . As the moon in brightness presses Through the dimmer clouds of night , There gleams from out of darker hours ,
For me a picture full of light . On the deck we all were sitting , Sailing proudly down the Rhine , And the banks in summer verdure Glow in evening ' s sunny shine . At a dear lady ' s feet I sat me
Musing , she was full of grace , While played the red and golden sunshine On her clear and classic face . Lutes were ringing , lads were singing , Marvellous festivity , The blue sky seemed even bluer , Greater the Soul ' s immensity .