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
"I was now fourteen; it is the misery of man that he arrives at
understanding through the loss of innocence. I now saw well enough that
it lay with me to take the jewels and the bird in the old woman's
absence, and go forth with them and see the world which I had read of.
Perhaps, too, it would then be possible that I might meet that fairest
of all knights, who forever dwelt in my memory.
"At first this thought was nothing more than any other thought; but when
I used to be sitting at my wheel, it still returned to me, against my
will; and I sometimes followed it so far, that I already saw myself
adorned in splendid attire, with princes and knights around me. On
awakening from these dreams, I would feel a sadness when I looked up,
and found myself still in the little cottage. For the rest, if I went
through my duties, the old woman troubled herself little about what I
thought or felt.
"One day she went out again, telling me that she should be away on this
occasion longer than usual; that I must take strict charge of
everything, and not let the time hang heavy on my hands. I had a sort of
fear on taking leave of her, for I felt as if I should not see her any
more. I looked long after her, and knew not why I felt so sad; it was
almost as if my purpose had already stood before me, without myself
being conscious of it.
"Never did I tend the dog and the bird with such diligence as now; they
were nearer to my heart than formerly. The old woman had been gone some
days, when I rose one morning in the firm mind to leave the cottage, and
set out with the bird to see this world they talked so much of. I felt
pressed and hampered in my heart; I wished to stay where I was, and yet
the thought of that afflicted me; there was a strange contention in my
soul, as if between two discordant spirits. One moment my peaceful
solitude would seem to me so beautiful; the next the image of a new
world, with its many wonders, would again enchant me.
"I knew not what to make of it; the dog leaped up continually about me;
the sunshine spread abroad over the fields; the green birch-trees
glittered; I always felt as if I had something I must do in haste; so I
caught the little dog, tied him up in the room, and took the cage with
the bird under my arm. The dog writhed and whined at this unusual
treatment; he looked at me with begging eyes, but I feared to have him
with me. I also took one pot of jewels, and concealed it by me; the rest
I left.
"The bird turned its head very strangely when I crossed the threshold;
the dog tugged at his cord to follow me, but he was forced to stay.
"I did not take the road to the wild rocks, but went in the opposite
direction. The dog still whined and barked, and it touched me to the
heart to hear him; the bird tried once or twice to sing; but as I was
carrying him, the shaking put him out.
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