Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06Ebers, Georg
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Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06
Ebers, Georg
German fiction -- Translations into English; Nuremberg (Germany) -- Fiction
"Upon Olympus, where the gods do dwell
Who with almighty will rule earth and heaven,
Lo! I behold the chiefest of them all
Jove, on his throne with Juno at his side.
A noble wedded pair. In all the world
The eye may vainly seek nor find their like.
The nations to his sanctuary throng,
And kings, struck dumb, cast down their golden crowns.
"Yet even these are not for ever one.
The god flies from the goddess.--And a swan
Does devoir now, the slave of Leda's charms.
"Thus I behold the beams of thy bright eye,
And bid my home farewell,--I, hapless wight,
Fly like the god, fair maid, to worship thee !"
Albeit I suffered him to recite these lines to the end I turned from him
with a countenance of great wrath, and tore the paper whereon they were
writ in two halves which I flung behind the stove. Nor did I put away my
angry and offended mien until he had right humbly besought my
forgiveness. Yet when I had granted it, and he presently quitted the
chamber, I did, I confess, gather up the torn paper and bestow it in my
girdle-poke. Nay, meseems that I had of intent rent it only in twain, to
the end that I might the better join it again. Thus to this day it lieth
in my chest, with other relics of the past; yet I verily believe that
another Sonnet, which Sir Giacomo found on the morrow, laid on his easel,
was not so treasured by him. It was thus:
"There was one Hans, and he was fain to try,
Like to Olympian Jove, the magic arts
Of witchcraft upon some well-favored maid.
Bold the adventure, but the prize how sweet!
'Farewell, good wife,' quoth he, 'Or e'er the dawn
Hath broke I must be forward on my way.
Like Jupiter I will be blessed and bless
With love; and in the image of a swan.'
"The magic spell hath changed him. With a wreath
About his head he deems he lacketh nought
Of what may best beguile a maiden's soul.
"Thus to fair Leda flies the hapless wight.--
With boisterous mirth the dame beholds the bird.
'A right fine goose! Thou'lt make a goodly roast.'"
Howbeit Giacomo would not leave this verse without reply; and to this
day, if you look close into the picture, you may see a goose's head deep
in shade among the shrubs in the back part of it, but clearly to be
discerned.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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