Emil von Schoenaich-Carolath (1852-1908)

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Identifier: germanclassicsof18fran (find matches)
Title: The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Francke, Kuno, 1855-1930 Howard, William Guild, b. 1868 Singer, Isidore, 1859-1939
Subjects: German literature German literature English literature
Publisher: Albany, N. Y. : J. B. Lyon company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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OH GERMANY!* GERMAN town with gablesUpon a moonlight night —I know not why I alwaysAm touched so by the sight. Into his lamplight yonderA youth is staring long,Hes sighing, sobbing, feelingHis first and dearest song. There sits a youthful motherAnd rocks to rest her child,Shes praying while she rocks himTo sleep with singing mild. There rest on the moonlit gablesAn old mans pensive eyes.He holds in his hands a BibleWhere a faded nosegay lies. The twinkling stars are gleaming,Theres rustling in the trees;The houses all seem dreamingIn deep and drowsy ease. The fountain is splashing, flowingAs always on Simon Square,The watchman low is blowingUpon the horn his air. . . . Translator: Margarete Miinsterberg. (298)
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PRINCE EMIL VOX SCHONAICH-CAROLATH SCHONAICH—CAROLATH: POEMS 299 Oh Germany! Ive had pleasureIn many a foreign land —But to thee greatest treasureWas given by Gods own hand. Thou living, longing foundestThy dreams in deepest peace.Though thou thine iron poundestThy songs shall never cease. Let no one rob thy worship —Thy worship old and trueOf women, faith and freedom,And keep it ever new! Draw from the fount of storyThy piety of yore.And strength to fight with glory—Today and evermore. GUSTAV FALKE (1853- )

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