1789 – 1803 Großbritannien
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Nachdichtung von ZaunköniG |
To
Her Young Friend
No moon now
blushes on the enamoured sight; No genial
sun now warms the torpid lay Since
February sternly checked his ray When Lucy’s
eyes first beamed their azure light. What though
no vernal flowers my hand invite To crop
their fragrance for your natal day; Lucy, for
you the snowdrop and the bay Shall blend
the unfading green and modest white. Though on
your natal day with aspect bleak Stern winter
frown, in icy garments dressed, Still may
the rosy summer robe your cheek And the
green spring still bud within your breast: Till, the
world fading on your closing eyes, Your find a
golden autumn in the skies. |
An ihre junge Freundin
Kein Mond errötet im verliebten Blick; |
Sonette