https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Tue, 30 Jun 2026 15:38:29 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17162 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 13:54:46 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17162 By fearful models now no more depressed;
I give full range to my erratic mind,
And with wild visions soothe my beating breast!

Hail, thou loved season, when the hollow wind
Strips the torn forest of its golden vest;
Shrieks in the echoing domes, and frights the hind,
Who sees sad spirits through his broken rest!

But while the rain descends, and while the storm
Bursts in loud eddies through the sobbing grove,
Spirits before my view of heavenly form,

And scenes of wondrous beauty seem to rove!
Sweet Inspiration's voice my Fancy hears;
And verse immortal seems to meet my ears!]]> By fearful models now no more depressed;
I give full range to my erratic mind,
And with wild visions soothe my beating breast!

Hail, thou loved season, when the hollow wind
Strips the torn forest of its golden vest;
Shrieks in the echoing domes, and frights the hind,
Who sees sad spirits through his broken rest!

But while the rain descends, and while the storm
Bursts in loud eddies through the sobbing grove,
Spirits before my view of heavenly form,

And scenes of wondrous beauty seem to rove!
Sweet Inspiration's voice my Fancy hears;
And verse immortal seems to meet my ears!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17161 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 13:48:24 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17161 And with thy dewy fingers close mine eyes!
Then shall freed Fancy from her cell arise,
And elves, and fairies dance in airy ring

Before her sight, and melting visions bring
Of virgin love, pure faith, and lonely sighs;
While on the passing gale soft music dies,
And hands unseen awake the aerial string.

Ye dreams, to me than waking bliss more dear;
Love-breathing forms, before my view displayed;
And fairy songs, that charm my ravished ear;

Let blackening cares my day with darkness shade,
In smiling patience every wrong I'll bear,
While ye relume me with your nightly aid!]]> And with thy dewy fingers close mine eyes!
Then shall freed Fancy from her cell arise,
And elves, and fairies dance in airy ring

Before her sight, and melting visions bring
Of virgin love, pure faith, and lonely sighs;
While on the passing gale soft music dies,
And hands unseen awake the aerial string.

Ye dreams, to me than waking bliss more dear;
Love-breathing forms, before my view displayed;
And fairy songs, that charm my ravished ear;

Let blackening cares my day with darkness shade,
In smiling patience every wrong I'll bear,
While ye relume me with your nightly aid!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16483 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:49:26 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16483
In eddying course when leaves began to fly
And Autumn in her lap the store to strew,
As 'mid wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo,
Through glens untrod and woods that frowned on high,
Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy!--
And lo, she's gone!--in robe of dark green hue,
'Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew;
For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky!
In shade affrighted Silence melts away.
Not so her sister!--hark, for onward still
With far-heard step she takes her lingering way,
bounding from rock to rock, and hill to hill!
Ah, mark the merry maid in mockful play
With thousand mimic tones the laughing forest fill!]]>
In eddying course when leaves began to fly
And Autumn in her lap the store to strew,
As 'mid wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo,
Through glens untrod and woods that frowned on high,
Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy!--
And lo, she's gone!--in robe of dark green hue,
'Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew;
For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky!
In shade affrighted Silence melts away.
Not so her sister!--hark, for onward still
With far-heard step she takes her lingering way,
bounding from rock to rock, and hill to hill!
Ah, mark the merry maid in mockful play
With thousand mimic tones the laughing forest fill!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16482 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:48:48 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16482
The breath of heaven, that over yonder trees
Passing, from thence a local tincture drew,
Here first upon my new-born body blew!
Oh, was there magic in the trembling breeze,
That could with such delicious softness seize
Each melting sense; and wake to music new;
And bear upon its wings a shadowy crew,
That only fancy's gifted vision sees?
Still round the sacred mansion do ye dwell,
Ye lovely fairy tribes, or are ye fled?
O once again renew the entrancing spell;
And over each raptured vein your pinions spread!
Bliss above earth were mine, could I once more
Those dear delusions of the soul restore!]]>
The breath of heaven, that over yonder trees
Passing, from thence a local tincture drew,
Here first upon my new-born body blew!
Oh, was there magic in the trembling breeze,
That could with such delicious softness seize
Each melting sense; and wake to music new;
And bear upon its wings a shadowy crew,
That only fancy's gifted vision sees?
Still round the sacred mansion do ye dwell,
Ye lovely fairy tribes, or are ye fled?
O once again renew the entrancing spell;
And over each raptured vein your pinions spread!
Bliss above earth were mine, could I once more
Those dear delusions of the soul restore!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16481 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:48:03 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16481
I

When first upon my childish eyelids broke
The morning sun over that rude flinted tower
Bosomed in antique trees; when first awoke
On each delighted sense the vernal flower,
And birds began, touched by the young spring, to pour
Their tremulous harmony; when first the croak
Of that old rookery, and the woodman's stroke,
Speeded with purest joy mine infant hour.
O dear departed spirits of holy men,
By intellectual efforts purified,
Hovered ye round your earthly haunts again,
To thirst of fame like yours my soul to guide?
It is thus perchance that, from life's earliest dawn,
Forwards by fairy lights my steps are drawn]]>
I

When first upon my childish eyelids broke
The morning sun over that rude flinted tower
Bosomed in antique trees; when first awoke
On each delighted sense the vernal flower,
And birds began, touched by the young spring, to pour
Their tremulous harmony; when first the croak
Of that old rookery, and the woodman's stroke,
Speeded with purest joy mine infant hour.
O dear departed spirits of holy men,
By intellectual efforts purified,
Hovered ye round your earthly haunts again,
To thirst of fame like yours my soul to guide?
It is thus perchance that, from life's earliest dawn,
Forwards by fairy lights my steps are drawn]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16480 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:47:22 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16480
New to the world, when all was fairy ground
And shapes romantic swam before my sight,
Thy beauty caught my soul, and tints as bright
And fair as fancy's dreams in thee I found:
In cold experience when my hopes were drowned,
And life's dark clouds over-veiled in mists of night
The forms that wont to fill me with delight,
Thy view again dispelled the darkness round.
Shall I forget thee when the pallid cheek,
The sighing voice, wan look, and plaintive air
No more the roseate hue of health bespeak?
Shall I neglect thee as no longer fair?
No, lovely maid! If in my heart I seek,
Thy beauty deeply is engraven there.]]>
New to the world, when all was fairy ground
And shapes romantic swam before my sight,
Thy beauty caught my soul, and tints as bright
And fair as fancy's dreams in thee I found:
In cold experience when my hopes were drowned,
And life's dark clouds over-veiled in mists of night
The forms that wont to fill me with delight,
Thy view again dispelled the darkness round.
Shall I forget thee when the pallid cheek,
The sighing voice, wan look, and plaintive air
No more the roseate hue of health bespeak?
Shall I neglect thee as no longer fair?
No, lovely maid! If in my heart I seek,
Thy beauty deeply is engraven there.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16479 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:46:36 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16479
Thou maid of gentle light, thy straw-wove vest
And russet cincture; thy loose pale-tinged hair;
Thy melancholy voice and languid air,
As if shut up within that pensive breast
Some never-to-be-divulged grief was pressed;
Thy looks resigned that smiles of patience wear
While winter's blasts thy scattered tresses tear,
Thee, autumn, with divinest charms have blessed!
Let blooming spring with gaudy hopes delight
That dazzling summer shall of her be born;
Let summer blaze; and winter's stormy train
Breathe awful music in the ear of night--
Thee will I court, sweet dying maid forlorn,
And from thy glance will catch the inspired strain.]]>
Thou maid of gentle light, thy straw-wove vest
And russet cincture; thy loose pale-tinged hair;
Thy melancholy voice and languid air,
As if shut up within that pensive breast
Some never-to-be-divulged grief was pressed;
Thy looks resigned that smiles of patience wear
While winter's blasts thy scattered tresses tear,
Thee, autumn, with divinest charms have blessed!
Let blooming spring with gaudy hopes delight
That dazzling summer shall of her be born;
Let summer blaze; and winter's stormy train
Breathe awful music in the ear of night--
Thee will I court, sweet dying maid forlorn,
And from thy glance will catch the inspired strain.]]>