But all elated, on its verdant stem, Confiding solely in its regal height, It soared presumptuous, as for empire born; And lo! encumbering the lone hills it lay, away, Who in its ample shade had found so late Their bower of rest; and nature's savage race 'Midst the great ruin sought their dwelling-place. But thou, base Libya, thou whose arid sand Hath fallen the victory, be not thou elate! Boast not thyself, though thine that day of shame, Unworthy of a name! Know, if the Spaniard in his wrath advance, Pierced by his searching lance, Soon shalt thou expiate crime with agony, FRAGMENTS FROM THE IPHIGENIA OF GOETHE. I. JOY OF PYLADES ON HEARING HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE. Oн sweetest voice! Oh blest familiar sound Of mother-words heard in the stranger's land! Know the true son of Greece ! II. EXCLAMATION OF IPHIGENIA ON SEEING HER BROTHER. Oh hear me, look upon me, how my heart After long desolation now unfolds Unto this new delight, to kiss thy head, Thou dearest, dearest one of all on Earth! To clasp thee with my arms which were but thrown Leaps not more brightly forth from cliff to cliff Than the strong joy bursts gushing from my heart, Orestes! Oh my Brother! M III. LOT OF MAN AND WOMAN COMPARED BY Man by the battle's hour immortalized May fall, yet leave his name to living song; And long, long nights, through which the lonely soul In passionate adjurings, vain desires, And ceaseless weepings for the early lost, The loved and vanished! |