Uri, October 7th, 1797.-----DISTICHS.
The priest in his sacred dress,And ask'd: "Would ye twain be united?"
SONGSSound, sweet Song, from some far LandTo the kind ReaderThe New AmadisWhen the Fox dies, his Skin countsThe HeathroseBlindman's BuffChristelThe Coy OneThe ConvertPreservationThe Muses' SonFoundLike and LikeReciprocal Invitation to the DanceSelf-DeceitDeclaration of WarLover in all ShapesThe Goldsmith's ApprenticeAnswers in a Game of QuestionsDifferent Emotions on the same SpotWho'll buy Gods of love?The MisanthropeDifferent ThreatsMaiden WishesMotivesTrue EnjoymentThe FarewellThe Beautiful Night.Happiness and VisionLiving RemembranceThe Bliss of AbsenceTo LunaThe Wedding NightMischievous JoyApparent DeathNovember SongTo the Chosen OneFirst LossAfter SensationsProximity of the Beloved OnePresenceTo the Distant OneBy the RiverFarewellThe ExchangeWelcome and FarewellNew Love, New LifeTo BelindaMay SongWith a painted RibbonWith a golden NecklaceOn the LakeFrom the MountainFlower-SaluteIn SummerMay SongPremature SpringAutumn FeelingsRestless LoveThe Shepherd's LamentComfort in TearsNight SongLongingTo MignonThe Mountain CastleThe Spirit's SaluteTo a Golden Heart that he wore round his neckThe Bliss of SorrowThe Wanderer's Night-songThe SameThe Hunter's Even-SongTo the MoonTo LinaEver and EverywherePetitionTo his Coy OneNight ThoughtsTo LidaProximityReciprocalRollicking HansThe FreebooterJoy and SorrowMarchAprilMayJuneNext Year's SpringAt Midnight HourTo the rising full MoonThe BridegroomSuch, such is he who pleaseth meSicilian SongSwiss SongFinnish SongGipsy SongThe Destruction of Magdeburg
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
One true look at length to find,That its worth can rightly treasure.
Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,
And, from the firmament clear, thrice did it thunder; then tearsStream'd from mine eyes in torrents, thou weptest, I wept, both were weeping,
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?The father it is, with his infant so dear;He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
The maiden no more it can hold.The father he sees her, what rapture he feels!