Upon your way increase life's heavy load;If by fresh-waken'd blessings flowers are twin'd
And woke a thrilling tone;The knights look'd on in knightly guise,
"If I to his throne soar upward,If he sees my fearful figureBy his might transform'd to horror,He for ever will lament it,--May it to your good be found!And I now will kindly warn him,And I now will madly tell himWhatsoe'er my mind conceiveth,What within my bosom heaveth.But my thoughts, my inmost feelings--Those a secret shall remain."
With that olden, blissful tone,So la, la! &c.
Then rapture joyous and radiant
When Christ to the dread judgment goes.
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place,
My trust in travels then I placed,
They spilt all the drink in the chalice;And straightway the boy had his waistcoat stain'd
What deep gulf, what bitter smart!Yes, 'tis thou, indeed, at last,
On the other hand I have not thought it necessary to includethe sketch of Goethe's Life that accompanied the First Edition.At the time of its publication, comparatively little was known inthis country of the incidents of his career, and my sketch wasavowedly written as a temporary stop-gap, as it were, pending theproduction of some work really deserving the tittle of a life ofGoethe. Not to mention other contributions to the literature ofthe subject, Mr. Lewis's important volumes give the Englishreader all the information he is likely to require respectingGoethe's career, and my short memoir appeared to be no longerrequired.
1779.*-----THE KING OF THULE.*