Ave Maria! Jungfrau mild, Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen, Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild Soll mein Gebet zu dir hinwehen. Wir schlafen sicher bis zum Morgen, Ob Menschen noch so grausam sind. O Jungfrau, sieh der Jungfrau Sorgen, O Mutter, hör ein bittend Kind! Ave Maria!
Ave Maria! Unbefleckt! Wenn wir auf diesen Fels hinsinken Zum Schlaf, und uns dein Schutz bedeckt Wird weich der harte Fels uns dünken. Du lächelst, Rosendüfte wehen In dieser dumpfen Felsenkluft, O Mutter, höre Kindes Flehen, O Jungfrau, eine Jungfrau ruft! Ave Maria!
Ave Maria! Reine Magd! Der Erde und der Luft Dämonen, Von deines Auges Huld verjagt, Sie können hier nicht bei uns wohnen, Wir woll'n uns still dem Schicksal beugen, Da uns dein heil'ger Trost anweht; Der Jungfrau wolle hold dich neigen, Dem Kind, das für den Vater fleht. Ave Maria!
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that livst unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid them in som flowry Cave, Tell me but where Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear, So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heavns Harmonies
Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save.
Listen and appear to us In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys grave majestick pace, By hoary Nereus wrincled look, And the Carpathian wisards hook, By scaly Tritons winding shell, And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feet, And the Songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, And fair Ligea's golden comb, Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks, By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head From thy coral-pav'n bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save.
~John Milton
Eldorado
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied- "If you seek for Eldorado!"
~Edgar Allan Poe
Ample make this bed.
Ample Make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
~Emily Dickinson
Perhaps one of the wisest things Ralph Waldo Emerson ever said:
"Many times the reading of a book has made the fortune of a man -- has decided his way in life.
"To use books rightly is to go to them for help; to appeal to them when our knowledge and power fail; to be led by them into wider sight and clear conception of our own."
“No man can learn what he has not preparation for learning, however near to his eyes is the object. A chemist may tell his most precious secrets to a carpenter, and he shall be never the wiser -- the secrets he would not utter to a chemist for an estate.”
Wie an dem Tag, der dich der Welt verliehen, die Sonne stand zum Gruße der Planeten, bist alsobald und fort und fort gediehen, nach dem Gesetz, wonach du angetreten. So musst de sein, dir kannst du nickt entfliehen, so sagten schon Sibyllen, so Propheten; Und keine Zeit und keine Macht zerstückelt geprägte Form, die lebend sich entwickelt.
Wink
Und doch haben sie recht, die ich schelte: Denn, daß ein Wort nicht einfach gelte, Das müßte sich wohl von selbst verstehn. Das Wort ist ein Fächer! Zwischen den Stäben Blicken ein Paar schöne Augen hervor; Der Fächer ist nur ein lieblicher Flor; Er verdeckt mir zwar das Gesicht, Aber das Mädchen verbirgt er nicht, Weil das Schönste, was sie besitzt, Das Auge, mir in's Auge blitzt.
Ave Maria by Schubert . Eldorado by Poe [穀雨..立夏] 5/21 日蝕 罷免麻木不仁的馬桶
