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
"My path was now as in a subterraneous mine. The passage was so narrow,
that I had to press myself along; I caught the gurgling of hidden
waters; I heard spirits forming ore, and gold and silver, to entice the
soul of man; I found here concealed and separate the deep sounds and
tones from which earthly music springs: the farther I went, the more did
there fall, as it were, a veil from my sight.
"I rested, and saw other forms of men come gliding towards me; my friend
Rudolf was among the number. I could not understand how they were to
pass me, so narrow was the way; but they went along, through the middle
of the rock, without perceiving me.
"Anon I heard the sound of music; but music altogether different from
any that had ever struck my ear before. My thoughts within me strove
towards the notes: I came into an open space; and strange radiant
colours glittered on me from every side. This it was that I had always
been in search of. Close to my heart I felt the presence of the
long-sought, now-discovered glory; and its ravishments thrilled into me
with all their power. And then the whole crowd of jocund Pagan gods came
forth to meet me, Lady Venus at their head, and all saluted me. They
have been banished thither by the power of the Almighty; their worship
is abolished from the Earth; and now they work upon us from their
concealment.
"All pleasures that Earth affords I here possessed and partook of in
their fullest bloom; insatiable was my heart, and endless my enjoyment.
The famed Beauties of the ancient world were present; what my thought
coveted was mine; one delirium of rapture was followed by another; and
day after day, the world appeared to burn round me in more glorious
hues. Streams of the richest wine allayed my fierce thirst; and
beauteous forms sported in the air, and soft eyes invited me; vapours
rose enchanting around my head: as if from the inmost heart of blissful
Nature, came a music and cooled with its fresh waves the wild tumult of
desire; and a horror, that glided faint and secret over the rose-fields,
heightened the delicious revel. How many years passed over me in this
abode I know not: for here there was no time and no distinctions; the
flowers here glowed with the charms of women; and in the forms of the
women bloomed the magic of flowers; colours here had another language;
the whole world of sense was bound together into one blossom, and the
spirits within it forever held their rejoicing.
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