https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Sun, 28 Jun 2026 18:44:19 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17171 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:49:51 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17171 Where thy long pinions sweep the sultry line,
Or mark'st the bounds which torrid beams confine
By thy averted course, that shuns the ray

Oblique, enamored of sublimer day -
Oft' on yon cliff thy folded plumes recline,
And drop those snowy feathers Indians twine,
To crown the warrior's brow with honors gay -

O'er trackless oceans what impels thy wing?
Does no soft instinct in thy soul prevail?
No sweet affection to thy bosom cling,

And bid thee oft thy absent nest bewail? -
Yet thou again to that dear spot can'st spring -
But I my long-lost home no more shall hail!]]> Where thy long pinions sweep the sultry line,
Or mark'st the bounds which torrid beams confine
By thy averted course, that shuns the ray

Oblique, enamored of sublimer day -
Oft' on yon cliff thy folded plumes recline,
And drop those snowy feathers Indians twine,
To crown the warrior's brow with honors gay -

O'er trackless oceans what impels thy wing?
Does no soft instinct in thy soul prevail?
No sweet affection to thy bosom cling,

And bid thee oft thy absent nest bewail? -
Yet thou again to that dear spot can'st spring -
But I my long-lost home no more shall hail!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17170 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:42:24 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17170 With lavish charms perennial summer strays;
Soft 'midst thy spicy groves the zephyr plays,
While far around the rich perfumes are thrown;

The amadavid-bird for thee alone,
Spreads his gay plumes that catch thy vivid rays;
For thee the gems with liquid luster blaze,
And natur's various wealth is all thy own.

But ah! not thine is twilight's doubtful gloom,
Those mild grations, mingling day with night;
Here, instant darkness shrouds thy genial bloom,

Nor leaves my pensive soul that lingering light,
When musing memory would each trace resume
Of fading pleasures in successive flight.]]> With lavish charms perennial summer strays;
Soft 'midst thy spicy groves the zephyr plays,
While far around the rich perfumes are thrown;

The amadavid-bird for thee alone,
Spreads his gay plumes that catch thy vivid rays;
For thee the gems with liquid luster blaze,
And natur's various wealth is all thy own.

But ah! not thine is twilight's doubtful gloom,
Those mild grations, mingling day with night;
Here, instant darkness shrouds thy genial bloom,

Nor leaves my pensive soul that lingering light,
When musing memory would each trace resume
Of fading pleasures in successive flight.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17169 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:01:26 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17169 His dun-gray plumage floating to the gale,
The Curlew blends his melancholy wail,
With those hoarse sounds the rushing waters pour -

Like thee, congenial bird! my steps explore
The bleak lone sea-beach, or the rocky dale,
And shun the orange bower, the myrtle vale,
Whose gay luxuriance suits my soul no more.

I love the ocan's broad expanse, when dressed
In limpid clearness, or when tempest blow;
When the smooth currents on its placid breast

Flow calm as my past moments used to flow;
Or, when its troubled waves refuse to rest,
And seem the symbol of my present woe.]]> His dun-gray plumage floating to the gale,
The Curlew blends his melancholy wail,
With those hoarse sounds the rushing waters pour -

Like thee, congenial bird! my steps explore
The bleak lone sea-beach, or the rocky dale,
And shun the orange bower, the myrtle vale,
Whose gay luxuriance suits my soul no more.

I love the ocan's broad expanse, when dressed
In limpid clearness, or when tempest blow;
When the smooth currents on its placid breast

Flow calm as my past moments used to flow;
Or, when its troubled waves refuse to rest,
And seem the symbol of my present woe.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17168 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 14:54:27 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17168 Plant of my native soil! - the lime may fling
More potent fragance on the zephyr's wing;
The milky cocoa richer juices shed;

The white guava lovelier blossoms spread -
But not like thee to found remembrance bring
The vanished hours of life's enchanting spring,
Short calendar of joys for ever fled! -

Thou bidst the scenes of childhood rise to view,
The wild-wood path which fancy loves to trace;
Where veiled in leaves, thy fruit of rosy hue

Lurked on its pliant stem with modest grace -
But ah! when thought would later years renew,
Alas, successive sorrows crowd the space!]]> Plant of my native soil! - the lime may fling
More potent fragance on the zephyr's wing;
The milky cocoa richer juices shed;

The white guava lovelier blossoms spread -
But not like thee to found remembrance bring
The vanished hours of life's enchanting spring,
Short calendar of joys for ever fled! -

Thou bidst the scenes of childhood rise to view,
The wild-wood path which fancy loves to trace;
Where veiled in leaves, thy fruit of rosy hue

Lurked on its pliant stem with modest grace -
But ah! when thought would later years renew,
Alas, successive sorrows crowd the space!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17167 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 14:48:33 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17167 Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night,
Come! and o'er earth thy wandering luster shed,
Thy deepest shadow, and thy softest light;

To me congenial is the gloomy grove,
When with faint light the sloping uplands shine;
That gloom, those pensive rays alike I love,
Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine!

But most for this, pale orb! thy beams are dear,
For this, benignant orb! I hail thee most:
That while I pour the unavailing tear,
And mourn that hope to me in youth is lost,

Thy light can visionary thoughts impart,
And lead the Muse so soothe a suffering heart.]]> Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night,
Come! and o'er earth thy wandering luster shed,
Thy deepest shadow, and thy softest light;

To me congenial is the gloomy grove,
When with faint light the sloping uplands shine;
That gloom, those pensive rays alike I love,
Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine!

But most for this, pale orb! thy beams are dear,
For this, benignant orb! I hail thee most:
That while I pour the unavailing tear,
And mourn that hope to me in youth is lost,

Thy light can visionary thoughts impart,
And lead the Muse so soothe a suffering heart.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17166 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 14:42:39 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17166 To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart,
Come, gentle Hope! with one gay smile remove
The lasting sadness of an aching heart.

Thy voice, benign enchantress! let me hear;
Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom!
That fancy's radiance, friendship's precious tear,
Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom. -

But come not glowing in the dazzling ray
Which once with dear illusions charmed my eye!
Oh strew no more, sweet flatterer! on myay
The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die.

Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast,
That asks not happiness, but longs for rest!]]> To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart,
Come, gentle Hope! with one gay smile remove
The lasting sadness of an aching heart.

Thy voice, benign enchantress! let me hear;
Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom!
That fancy's radiance, friendship's precious tear,
Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom. -

But come not glowing in the dazzling ray
Which once with dear illusions charmed my eye!
Oh strew no more, sweet flatterer! on myay
The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die.

Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast,
That asks not happiness, but longs for rest!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17165 Sun, 29 Jul 2007 14:25:21 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17165 And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;
When, o'er the mountain slow descends the ray
That gives to silence the deserted groves.

Ah, let the happy court the morning still,
When, in her blooming loveliness arrayed,
She bids fresh beauty light the vale, or hill,
And rapture warble in the vocal shade.

Sweet is the odor of the morning's flower,
And rich in melody her accents rise;
Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour,
At which her blossoms close, her music dies -

For then, while languid nature droops her head,
She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.]]> And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;
When, o'er the mountain slow descends the ray
That gives to silence the deserted groves.

Ah, let the happy court the morning still,
When, in her blooming loveliness arrayed,
She bids fresh beauty light the vale, or hill,
And rapture warble in the vocal shade.

Sweet is the odor of the morning's flower,
And rich in melody her accents rise;
Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour,
At which her blossoms close, her music dies -

For then, while languid nature droops her head,
She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=14407 Mon, 07 May 2007 16:47:25 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=14407
While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay
And scattered on the earth neglected lie,
The mountain-daisy, cherished by the ray
A poet drew from heaven, shall never die.
Ah! like that lonely flower the poet
Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale
He felt each storm that on the mountain blows,
Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale.
By genius in her native vigour nursed,
On nature with impassioned look he gazed,
Then through the cloud of adverse fortune burst
Indignant, and in light unborrowed blazed.
Scotia! from rude affliction shield thy bard;
His heaven-taught numbers fame herself will guard.]]>
While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay
And scattered on the earth neglected lie,
The mountain-daisy, cherished by the ray
A poet drew from heaven, shall never die.
Ah! like that lonely flower the poet
Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale
He felt each storm that on the mountain blows,
Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale.
By genius in her native vigour nursed,
On nature with impassioned look he gazed,
Then through the cloud of adverse fortune burst
Indignant, and in light unborrowed blazed.
Scotia! from rude affliction shield thy bard;
His heaven-taught numbers fame herself will guard.]]>