Lenora

by Gottfried August Bürger

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 ... Who was each stranger, left and right, Well may I guess, but dare not tell; The right-hand steed was silver white, The left, the swarthy hue of hell. The right-hand horseman, young and fair, His smile was like the morn of May; The left, from eye of tawny glare, Shot midnight lightning's lurid ray. He waved his huntsman's cap on high, Cried, "Welcome, welcome, noble lord! What sport can earth, or sea, or sky, To match the princely chase, afford?" "Cease thy loud bugle's clanging knell," Cried the fair youth with silver voice; "And for devotion's choral swell, Exchange the rude unhallowed noise. "To-day th' ill-omened chase forbear; Yon bell yet summons to the To-day the warning spirit hear, To-morrow thou mayst mourn in vain." "Away, and sweep the glades along!" The sable hunter hoarse replies; "To muttering monks leave matin song, And bells, and books, and mysteries." The Wildgrave spurred his ardent steed, And, launching forward with a bound, "Who for thy drowsy priestlike rede Would leave the jovial horn and hound? "Hence, if our manly sport With pious fools go chant and pray; Well hast thou spoke, my dark-hrown friend--Halloo! halloo! and hark away!" The Wildgrave spurred his courser light, O'er moss and moor, o'er holt and hill, And on the left and on the right, Each stranger horseman followed still. Up springs, from yonder tangled thorn, A stag more white than mountain snow; And louder rung the Wildgrave's horn--"Hark forward, forward, holla, ho!" A heedless wretch has crossed the way--He gasps the thundering hoofs below; But, live who can, or die who may, Still forward, forward! On they go. See where yon simple fences meet, A field with autumn's blessings crowned; See, prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet, A husbandman with toil embrowned....

66 pages, Paperback

Published February 12, 2012

About the author

Gottfried August Bürger was a German poet from Molmerswende (now a part of Mansfeld), Principality of Halberstadt, where his father was the Lutheran pastor. Bürger's talent for popular poetry was very considerable, and his ballads are among the finest in the German language, of which Lenore, Das Lied vom braven Manne, Die Kuh, Der Kaiser und der Abt and Der wilde Jäger are famous. Few of his purely lyrical poems have earned a lasting reputation, though mention may be made of Das Blumchen Wunderhold, Lied an den lieben Mend, and a few love songs.

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