Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810Davis, Edward Ziegler
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Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810
Davis, Edward Ziegler
American periodicals -- Bibliography; German poetry -- Translations into English
AMINTA.
An Idyl,--By Gessner.
[Prose translation.]
_Weekly Visitor or Ladies' Misc._, I-20, Oct. 23, 1802, N. Y.
[S. Gessner, _Daphne_. Mary Collyer, _Gessner's Idyls_, 1802,
Liverpool. II-121, _Aminta_.]
INVITATION TO JOY.
From the German.
Say, who could mope in joyless plight,
While youth and spring bedeck the scene,
And scorn the profer'd gay delight,
With thankless heart and frowning mien?
See Joy with becks and smiles appear,
While roses strew the devious way;
The feast of life she bids us share,
Where'er our pilgrim footsteps stray.
And still the grove is cool and green,
And clear the bubbling fountain flows,
Still shines the night's resplendent queen,
As erst in Paradise she rose:
The grapes their purple nectar pour,
To 'suage the heart that griefs oppress;
And still the lonely ev'ning bow'r
Invites and screens the stolen kiss.
Still Philomela's melting strain,
Responsive to the dying gale,
Beguiles the bosom's throbbing pain,
And sweetly charms the list'ning vale;
Creation's scene expanded lies:--
Blest scene! how wond'rous bright and fair!
Till Death's cold hand shall close my eyes,
Let me the lavish'd bounties share!
_Weekly Visitor or Ladies' Misc._, I-64, Nov. 27, 1802, N. Y.
ORIGINAL PAPERS.
For the Port Folio.
THE AMERICAN LOUNGER.
By SAMUEL SAUNTER, Esq.
No. XLIII.
Et vos, O lauri, carpam, et te proxima myrtus,
Sic positae, quoniam suaves miscetis odores.
--_Virgil._
To SAMUEL SAUNTER, _Esq._
Sir,
As I perceive your plan, like that of Coleman and Thornton, in the
"Connoisseur," and like that of your relation, _Solomon_ Saunter, in
"Literary Leisure," admits Poetry as well as Prose, which one may feed
upon alternately, as we eat bread and cheese, I send you a
translation, from the German of Lessing, and some fugitive originals.
I am, yours
HARLEY.
I ask'd my fair, one happy day,
What should I call her in my lay,
By what sweet name, from Rome or Greece,
Iphigenia, Clelia, Chloris,
Laura, Lesbia, Delia, Doris,
Dorimene or Lucrece?
Ah, replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Take thou whatever suits the line,
Clelia, Iphigenia, Chloris,
Laura, Lesbia, Delia, Doris--
But don't forget to call me--_thine_.
_Port Folio_, III-25, Jan. 1803, Phila.
[Lessing, _Die Namen_.]
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Translated from the French of Gessner.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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