Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
The Count stood petrified like a statue without life or motion; one
might have broken off his nose, as the Turks do with stone statues in
temples and gardens, and never have aroused him. But the sweet voice of
the Princess, who opened her purple lips, recalled him to his senses.
"Christian," said she, "be not afraid! It is my blame that thou art here
beside me; go forward with thy work, and order thy flowers as I shall
bid thee."--"Glorious Flower of the World!" replied the gardener, "in
whose splendour all the colours of this blossomy creation wax pale, thou
reignest here as in thy firmament, like the Star-queen on the
battlements of Heaven. Let thy nod enliven the hand of the happiest
among thy slaves, who kisses his fetters, so thou think him worthy to
perform thy commands." The Princess had not expected that a slave would
open his mouth to her, still less pay her compliments, and her eyes had
been directed rather to the flowers than the planter. She now deigned to
cast a glance on him, and was astonished to behold a man of the most
noble form, surpassing in masculine grace all that she had ever seen or
dreamed of.
Count Ernst of Gleichen had been celebrated for his manly beauty over
all Germany. At the tournament of Wuerzburg, he had been the hero of the
dames. When he raised his visor to take air, the running of the boldest
spearman was lost for every female eye; all looked on him alone; and
when he closed his helmet to begin a course, the chastest bosom heaved
higher, and all hearts beat anxious sympathy with the lordly Knight. The
partial hand of the Duke of Bavaria's love-sick niece had crowned him
with a guerdon, which the young man blushed to receive. His seven years'
durance in the Grated Tower, had indeed paled his blooming cheeks,
relaxed his firm-set limbs, and dulled the fire of his eyes; but the
enjoyment of the free atmosphere, and Labour, the playmate of Health,
had now made good the loss, with interest. He was flourishing like a
laurel, which has pined throughout the long winter in the greenhouse,
and at the return of spring sends forth new leaves, and gets a fair
verdant crown.
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