https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Tue, 30 Jun 2026 07:44:37 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17831 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:26:06 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17831
White pebble, that man's subtle art ere long
Shall change to crystal, which the bubbling wine
Lights up with gladness, or the eyes divine
Of beauty see within the impalpable wrong,
Their own reflection—now the forest song
Murmurs around thee, a glad rest were thine,
Here on the rock, did always summer shine
These grave columnar woods, and hills among;
But winter comes, like a cold angry cloud
Up-streaming from a glacier, and his shield
Fills all the hollow sky, and shuts the sun;
Then with new fire may'st thou have been annealed,
And I, amid some fair reflected crowd
In thy deep mirror, follow only one.]]>
White pebble, that man's subtle art ere long
Shall change to crystal, which the bubbling wine
Lights up with gladness, or the eyes divine
Of beauty see within the impalpable wrong,
Their own reflection—now the forest song
Murmurs around thee, a glad rest were thine,
Here on the rock, did always summer shine
These grave columnar woods, and hills among;
But winter comes, like a cold angry cloud
Up-streaming from a glacier, and his shield
Fills all the hollow sky, and shuts the sun;
Then with new fire may'st thou have been annealed,
And I, amid some fair reflected crowd
In thy deep mirror, follow only one.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17830 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:25:24 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17830
Naked wast thou, at thy birth-time, utterly,
Merchant whose sails are furled; and now the birds
Build under thy broad cornices, and the herds
Sleep in the shadow of thy planted tree:

The waves have borne thee onward, thou may'st see
The stars in new perspective; the full thirds
Of thy great wealth no more are inky words,
Paper and trust, but woods and swelling lea.

Then wilt thou keep the balance in thine house,
Emblem of its just seignory, and the cause;
Or with those harlequin heralds poorly feign ?

Keep it, for noble citizenship thus,
And truth, the fountain that doth never pause,
Free from the weeds of folly thou wilt maintain.]]>
Naked wast thou, at thy birth-time, utterly,
Merchant whose sails are furled; and now the birds
Build under thy broad cornices, and the herds
Sleep in the shadow of thy planted tree:

The waves have borne thee onward, thou may'st see
The stars in new perspective; the full thirds
Of thy great wealth no more are inky words,
Paper and trust, but woods and swelling lea.

Then wilt thou keep the balance in thine house,
Emblem of its just seignory, and the cause;
Or with those harlequin heralds poorly feign ?

Keep it, for noble citizenship thus,
And truth, the fountain that doth never pause,
Free from the weeds of folly thou wilt maintain.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17829 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:24:03 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17829
There's not a dog, nor note of any bird,
Nor shepherd's laugh, nor echo's lightest tones,
Only the lizard on the giant stones
Moves in Mycense moves, for this vain word
Affrights him from his wont, where lies interred
The treasure of Agamemnon; aye, the bones
Perchance, then Greece, in him of all her thrones
The leader, when in Aulis there was heard
The gathering after Helen, and the wind
Sighing among the congregated shrouds,
The waves, the songs, the augurs on the shore.
O solitude far deeper than the clouds',
For voices in their dwellings ye may find;
Here is the sun and shadow, and no more !]]>
There's not a dog, nor note of any bird,
Nor shepherd's laugh, nor echo's lightest tones,
Only the lizard on the giant stones
Moves in Mycense moves, for this vain word
Affrights him from his wont, where lies interred
The treasure of Agamemnon; aye, the bones
Perchance, then Greece, in him of all her thrones
The leader, when in Aulis there was heard
The gathering after Helen, and the wind
Sighing among the congregated shrouds,
The waves, the songs, the augurs on the shore.
O solitude far deeper than the clouds',
For voices in their dwellings ye may find;
Here is the sun and shadow, and no more !]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17828 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:23:16 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17828 HEARING OF THE INDULGENCES GRANTED BY LEO X.

I

Far flies the raven over the German land;
Over brown heaths and castles goeth he,
Perching on tower and city linden-tree,
He hath the earth and air at his command.

What saith the maiden with the jewelled hand,
From her bright lattice, raven dark, to thee,
Noble, and knight, and burgher round and free,
That thou before his gate so long dost stand ?

'Tis a wild saying, like the wind's; but eve
Comes on apace; and earth-o'erscattered fires
Shine out, with light and darkness strangely blending :

There is one spot that thou art loath to leave,
Where green-worn steps, by a cathedral's spires,
Two croaking withered beldams are descending.

II.

On a saith to the other, wrinkling up her eye,
" Hast thou no sins, old gossip Ursula ?"
And she respondeth with a hoarse " Ha, ha,
Well, we were young, but now those days are by;"
She twirls her distaff with a muttering sigh,
And strives to pass; the other still doth bar
The wayside—" It were well to balk the star
Thou know^st of," whispers she, " once ere we die :
Aye, marry, these are comfortable times,
Tis a good church to balk his spite, that there
Would whirl us but in mockery, like the snow—"
Then, as a rat that some old witch berhymes,
She who doth listen, at the Prince of air
Muttering, goes on, with feeble steps and slow.


III.

She mutters ; loud and long for many a day
Hath one been crying ; and at eve it went
Still through the silence—" Come, repent, repent;"
But not like John the Baptist's was the way.
Albrecht of Mayence hath his pall to pay*;
Ten thousand florins must to Rome be sent;
Thrice ten; 'tis therefore do they cry " repent;"
And against sins gold in the balance weigh.
The while, beneath Bolsena's shady boughs,
Spurs the great father f of the Church, and swears
This brach or that is keenest at the game;
And crowns at eve some ribald's stupid brows*
With laurel wreath, and of a patron wears
With jovial pride the Medicean name.]]> HEARING OF THE INDULGENCES GRANTED BY LEO X.

I

Far flies the raven over the German land;
Over brown heaths and castles goeth he,
Perching on tower and city linden-tree,
He hath the earth and air at his command.

What saith the maiden with the jewelled hand,
From her bright lattice, raven dark, to thee,
Noble, and knight, and burgher round and free,
That thou before his gate so long dost stand ?

'Tis a wild saying, like the wind's; but eve
Comes on apace; and earth-o'erscattered fires
Shine out, with light and darkness strangely blending :

There is one spot that thou art loath to leave,
Where green-worn steps, by a cathedral's spires,
Two croaking withered beldams are descending.

II.

On a saith to the other, wrinkling up her eye,
" Hast thou no sins, old gossip Ursula ?"
And she respondeth with a hoarse " Ha, ha,
Well, we were young, but now those days are by;"
She twirls her distaff with a muttering sigh,
And strives to pass; the other still doth bar
The wayside—" It were well to balk the star
Thou know^st of," whispers she, " once ere we die :
Aye, marry, these are comfortable times,
Tis a good church to balk his spite, that there
Would whirl us but in mockery, like the snow—"
Then, as a rat that some old witch berhymes,
She who doth listen, at the Prince of air
Muttering, goes on, with feeble steps and slow.


III.

She mutters ; loud and long for many a day
Hath one been crying ; and at eve it went
Still through the silence—" Come, repent, repent;"
But not like John the Baptist's was the way.
Albrecht of Mayence hath his pall to pay*;
Ten thousand florins must to Rome be sent;
Thrice ten; 'tis therefore do they cry " repent;"
And against sins gold in the balance weigh.
The while, beneath Bolsena's shady boughs,
Spurs the great father f of the Church, and swears
This brach or that is keenest at the game;
And crowns at eve some ribald's stupid brows*
With laurel wreath, and of a patron wears
With jovial pride the Medicean name.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17827 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:19:51 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17827
Dante, how many, long ere half their age,
Have thought them in a gloomy wood, like thee,
Astray from the true path; that others see,
And follow, therefore, in the golden page

Of Hope inscribed. But some their battle wage
Then haughtier 'gainst oblivion, and shall be
As thou by Virgil onward led, or he
That over Lethe bore the Sibyl's gage :

One waits their coming; not with tongues and eyes,
As the vain-glorious dream, and her vague throne
Would fill, though 'twere the winds and stars of heaven;

But oft she foils, still points to high emprise,
And they shall know not, till their wrestling's done,
It is an angel, with whom they have striven.]]>
Dante, how many, long ere half their age,
Have thought them in a gloomy wood, like thee,
Astray from the true path; that others see,
And follow, therefore, in the golden page

Of Hope inscribed. But some their battle wage
Then haughtier 'gainst oblivion, and shall be
As thou by Virgil onward led, or he
That over Lethe bore the Sibyl's gage :

One waits their coming; not with tongues and eyes,
As the vain-glorious dream, and her vague throne
Would fill, though 'twere the winds and stars of heaven;

But oft she foils, still points to high emprise,
And they shall know not, till their wrestling's done,
It is an angel, with whom they have striven.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17826 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:16:14 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17826
Over the vast and seven-vaulted dome
That holds thy shrine, St. Anthony, the shade
Had shifted quite; and in each long arcade,
Hanging its curtain in the sunshine's room :
Onward we went to a memorial tomb,
Peacefully in the vine-covered mountains laid ;
And evening came, and the luccioli made
Their road-side flashes in the willowy gloom ;
And we with silent and considerate pace
Returned, as what we sought for having seen ;
Till rose the turrets of that antique place
Padova in the dusk air.— home serene,
That wearest by his grave Petrarca's grace
Ofl now I see thee, as in a fountain's sheen]]>
Over the vast and seven-vaulted dome
That holds thy shrine, St. Anthony, the shade
Had shifted quite; and in each long arcade,
Hanging its curtain in the sunshine's room :
Onward we went to a memorial tomb,
Peacefully in the vine-covered mountains laid ;
And evening came, and the luccioli made
Their road-side flashes in the willowy gloom ;
And we with silent and considerate pace
Returned, as what we sought for having seen ;
Till rose the turrets of that antique place
Padova in the dusk air.— home serene,
That wearest by his grave Petrarca's grace
Ofl now I see thee, as in a fountain's sheen]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17825 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:13:57 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17825
Wandering along the vision-haunted way,
One did I meet, whom straight my heart did know ;
But in strange seeming he was pleased to go,
And quaint, as by the forest-brook the jay ;

The leaf-hid brook, with one particular ray
That the sun gilds, and of his orbed glow
Gives thence suggestion to the sense ; e'en so
On mine the quick poetic spirit did play,

From a feather in the head of one who followed
A trade associate with the tortoise-shell,
Client of Mercury, through the towns and shires,

A rude A utolycus with hat rain-hollowed ;
And still, as droopt fantastically it fell,
The shows of things conformed to his desires .]]>
Wandering along the vision-haunted way,
One did I meet, whom straight my heart did know ;
But in strange seeming he was pleased to go,
And quaint, as by the forest-brook the jay ;

The leaf-hid brook, with one particular ray
That the sun gilds, and of his orbed glow
Gives thence suggestion to the sense ; e'en so
On mine the quick poetic spirit did play,

From a feather in the head of one who followed
A trade associate with the tortoise-shell,
Client of Mercury, through the towns and shires,

A rude A utolycus with hat rain-hollowed ;
And still, as droopt fantastically it fell,
The shows of things conformed to his desires .]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17824 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:12:49 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17824 CHANTRIES IN ENGLAND.

Amid this multiplicity of creeds,
This liberty of all that into one
Should knit men's hearts, and of Religion
Thence hath the name, how strong thy tide proceeds,

Deep Rome; as the sea-wave o'er the rocks and weeds
Lifting its utterance, thou dost hold thine own ;
Making thy sins, with that harmonic tone,
Seem but as tales that the wild ocean breeds.

Wiser than she, who the apostolic name
( Haims emulously, and for her patron Paul ;
Self-stripped, denuded of all spiritual awe,

Save from one source ; so cold wo grow and tame,
Since the sweet voice hath vanished from the wall
Wearily echoing to the parson's saw*.]]> CHANTRIES IN ENGLAND.

Amid this multiplicity of creeds,
This liberty of all that into one
Should knit men's hearts, and of Religion
Thence hath the name, how strong thy tide proceeds,

Deep Rome; as the sea-wave o'er the rocks and weeds
Lifting its utterance, thou dost hold thine own ;
Making thy sins, with that harmonic tone,
Seem but as tales that the wild ocean breeds.

Wiser than she, who the apostolic name
( Haims emulously, and for her patron Paul ;
Self-stripped, denuded of all spiritual awe,

Save from one source ; so cold wo grow and tame,
Since the sweet voice hath vanished from the wall
Wearily echoing to the parson's saw*.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17823 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:08:54 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17823
When the chill morning from the mountain-tops
Forecasting, sped its shadows o'er the clow ;
And all the cocks, as once for Peter, crew,
Greeting the wind that waved the moorland crops ;

Came a foul crone towards me from a copse,
With weeds in her long fingers, dank and blue,
And a sharp hook, that 'cross the air she drew,
Beckoning to me as one that charmed stops.

And I bethought me, if committed sin
Takes ever elvish shape, then this might be
Image of some of old this wood within ;

But then superior to her witchery
I past, for cheerful daylight did begin,
And I the sun through the forest boughs could see.]]>
When the chill morning from the mountain-tops
Forecasting, sped its shadows o'er the clow ;
And all the cocks, as once for Peter, crew,
Greeting the wind that waved the moorland crops ;

Came a foul crone towards me from a copse,
With weeds in her long fingers, dank and blue,
And a sharp hook, that 'cross the air she drew,
Beckoning to me as one that charmed stops.

And I bethought me, if committed sin
Takes ever elvish shape, then this might be
Image of some of old this wood within ;

But then superior to her witchery
I past, for cheerful daylight did begin,
And I the sun through the forest boughs could see.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17822 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:08:10 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17822 OF TUSCANY.

Lady, whose gracious intellect could divine,
Long since, the organic powers that guide the sphere ;
And sometimes deigned to express the love, and fear,
Such themes can kindle in a heart like thine ;

Again that thunder fierce and leonine
Rolls through the twilight on my wakeful ear ;
Again the sacerdotal voice I hear,
Banning the truth, as if 'twere man's design :

Aye, as if with my own hand I could plant
Those things within the heavens, to disturb
Nature, and science, from their path serene;

But in bis might comes Time, the hierophant ;
And never shall another Joshua curb
The sun's due course, till the last day hath been.]]> OF TUSCANY.

Lady, whose gracious intellect could divine,
Long since, the organic powers that guide the sphere ;
And sometimes deigned to express the love, and fear,
Such themes can kindle in a heart like thine ;

Again that thunder fierce and leonine
Rolls through the twilight on my wakeful ear ;
Again the sacerdotal voice I hear,
Banning the truth, as if 'twere man's design :

Aye, as if with my own hand I could plant
Those things within the heavens, to disturb
Nature, and science, from their path serene;

But in bis might comes Time, the hierophant ;
And never shall another Joshua curb
The sun's due course, till the last day hath been.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17821 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:06:41 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17821
The vine builds o'er the broken convent tower
God's architecture, hiding that of man ;
The soft blue brook runs on as first it ran,
Fed by the mountain rills, the forest shower ;
Gone is the Benedictine garb, and dower,
Marble, and pomp, and then amain began
Ruin, last phase of beauty ; but the plan
That reared these walls outlasts the levelling hour.
To the fair city over Arno's side,
That when its lily on Arcetri smiles,
Doth celebrate the festival of St. John *,
Might such still come as wont to fill these aisles,
The light from darkness in their thought divide,
And let the world, e'en as it will, go on.]]>
The vine builds o'er the broken convent tower
God's architecture, hiding that of man ;
The soft blue brook runs on as first it ran,
Fed by the mountain rills, the forest shower ;
Gone is the Benedictine garb, and dower,
Marble, and pomp, and then amain began
Ruin, last phase of beauty ; but the plan
That reared these walls outlasts the levelling hour.
To the fair city over Arno's side,
That when its lily on Arcetri smiles,
Doth celebrate the festival of St. John *,
Might such still come as wont to fill these aisles,
The light from darkness in their thought divide,
And let the world, e'en as it will, go on.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17794 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:05:42 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17794 HOPE AND CONTEMPLATION.

Yes, it is fit Carrara's regal stone
With imaged thought should rise above the dead ;
Or softly bow with pale ideal head,
Like cherished sorrow into beauty grown :

These are the forms that joy can look upon,
And then beyond them, like an angel sped ;
Lovest thou rather the material bed
Of earthy death — or else — oblivion i

There was no death for that rejoicing spirit,
There should be no oblivion, gaze, so may
Noble and pure perchance thine own become :

Of one in heaven, who on the earth was near it,
The record this ; but nothing doth it say ;
For Hope and Contemplation both are dumb.]]> HOPE AND CONTEMPLATION.

Yes, it is fit Carrara's regal stone
With imaged thought should rise above the dead ;
Or softly bow with pale ideal head,
Like cherished sorrow into beauty grown :

These are the forms that joy can look upon,
And then beyond them, like an angel sped ;
Lovest thou rather the material bed
Of earthy death — or else — oblivion i

There was no death for that rejoicing spirit,
There should be no oblivion, gaze, so may
Noble and pure perchance thine own become :

Of one in heaven, who on the earth was near it,
The record this ; but nothing doth it say ;
For Hope and Contemplation both are dumb.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17801 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:04:13 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17801
From dust and travel of the Brescian way
Who rests at Desenzano, shall behold
A little trading port, with steamers bold
To tempt Benacus, fair or stormy day ;

And the great Alps, and sail-uplifting bay,
Shut from the world save it those wings unfold ;
And Sirmio, to whose cliffs Catullus told
His greeting, in that simple mighty lay,

Enduring as the waters ; that from out
A thousand springs in the cold hills between
Camonica and Garda gather here * ;

Through the blue smoke of whose tumultuous rout,
Two prophet forms, one gloomier, one serene,
The guider, and the guided, oft appear.]]>
From dust and travel of the Brescian way
Who rests at Desenzano, shall behold
A little trading port, with steamers bold
To tempt Benacus, fair or stormy day ;

And the great Alps, and sail-uplifting bay,
Shut from the world save it those wings unfold ;
And Sirmio, to whose cliffs Catullus told
His greeting, in that simple mighty lay,

Enduring as the waters ; that from out
A thousand springs in the cold hills between
Camonica and Garda gather here * ;

Through the blue smoke of whose tumultuous rout,
Two prophet forms, one gloomier, one serene,
The guider, and the guided, oft appear.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17805 Wed, 06 May 2009 06:03:15 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17805
If, Folco Portinari, to thy name
But this had been affixed, to wit, that thou
Ruildedst a hospital *, and didst ondow
With a large gift, like a river still the same ;

Whence many centuries of poor, and lame,
Prayers from pale lips, and looks from speechless brow.
Have blest thee, o'er the blue abyss, where now,
And long ago thou waitcst ; earthly fame

Scantly had been of thy great use : but she
Who on thy branches like a short-lived flower
Flourished, and fell, the frailest of the tree,

Beatrice, with such sweetness breathed, that power
Grew from it like a spirit, thence to be
Thy witness here, till the all-summoning hour.]]>
If, Folco Portinari, to thy name
But this had been affixed, to wit, that thou
Ruildedst a hospital *, and didst ondow
With a large gift, like a river still the same ;

Whence many centuries of poor, and lame,
Prayers from pale lips, and looks from speechless brow.
Have blest thee, o'er the blue abyss, where now,
And long ago thou waitcst ; earthly fame

Scantly had been of thy great use : but she
Who on thy branches like a short-lived flower
Flourished, and fell, the frailest of the tree,

Beatrice, with such sweetness breathed, that power
Grew from it like a spirit, thence to be
Thy witness here, till the all-summoning hour.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17820 Tue, 05 May 2009 18:59:57 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17820
They say that river, now beneath the sun
Spreading his waste of shingle, broad and bare,
With clear green pools in the shadow here and there,
Doth in the winter like a deluge run ;

And not with streams that since the world begun
Were loved, or glorious, doth he fear compare ;
So wildly do his nymphs their beryl hair
Toss up and down, nor sight then coyly shun.

And by his rising, so doth fame report,
Far flying as the rack in those loud days,
The chorus of the Maenad cs remain ;

For on his waves come trophies of their sport,
Ivy, and trees uprooted, pines, and bays,
And evermore a fierce exulting strain.]]>
They say that river, now beneath the sun
Spreading his waste of shingle, broad and bare,
With clear green pools in the shadow here and there,
Doth in the winter like a deluge run ;

And not with streams that since the world begun
Were loved, or glorious, doth he fear compare ;
So wildly do his nymphs their beryl hair
Toss up and down, nor sight then coyly shun.

And by his rising, so doth fame report,
Far flying as the rack in those loud days,
The chorus of the Maenad cs remain ;

For on his waves come trophies of their sport,
Ivy, and trees uprooted, pines, and bays,
And evermore a fierce exulting strain.]]>