Historic Survey of German Poetry (Volume 1); Interspersed with Various Translations

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 Excerpt: ... down by woe? I see a haughty one, By no means humbled by calamity. Mary. So be it;--I will also stoop to this.--Farewell weak heavings of the gen'rous soul! 1 will forget then what I am, and what I've suffer'd; I will fall before her feet Who hurl'd me down to this indignity. she turns towards the Queen. The voice of heav'n decides for you, my sister, I see your happy brows are crown'd with triumph, The Godhead I adore, which thus hath rais'd you. she kneels. But in your turn be you too gen'rous, sister; Let me not lie disgracefully before you; Stretch forth your hand, your royal hand, to raise Your sister from a fall so very deep. Eliz. stepping back. You are where it becomes you, Lady Stuart; And thankfully I prize my God's protection, Who hath not suffer'd me to kneel a suppliant Thus at your feet, as you now kneel at mine. Mary, with encreasing energy of feeling. Think on all earthly things, vicissitudes. Oh! there are gods who punish haughty pride: Respect them, honour them, the dreadful ones, Who thus before thy feet have humbled me! Before these strangers, who behold us, honour Yourself in me: profane not, O, defile not The blood of the great Tudors, which pervades My veins, as well as yours.--O God in Heav'n! Stand not there rough, and inaccessible, Like the steep cliff, which lab'ring to embrace, Struggles in vain the shipwreck'd mariner; My all, my life, my fortune all depends Upon the influence of my words, my tears; That I may move your heart, O! lighten mine. If you regard me with that look of ice, My shudd'ring heart contracts itself, the stream Of tears is dried, and frigid horror chains The words of supplication in my bosom! Eliz. cold and severe. What would you say to me, my Lady Stuart? You wish'd to speak with me; and I, forgetting The Q...