GOD. The chain of being is complete in me; I can command the lightning, and am dust! Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and thy word Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest! Though worthless our conceptions all of thee, God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar; Thus seek thy presence-Being wise and good! Midst thy vast works admire, obey, adore; 473 GABRIEL ROMANOWITCH DERZHAVIN Translated by JOHN BOWRING. 19* INDEX. A chieftain to the Highlands bound. A. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun Affliction one day, as she harked to the roar.. Again, how can she but immortal be? A little river with its rock-laid banks All thoughts, all passions, all desires Among the beautiful pictures.... "And I could weep," the Oneida Chief.. And thou art dead, as young and fair. And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)! PAGE 89 438 219 391 208 350 114 241 106 173 42 And whence, then, came these goodly stones 'twas Israel's pride to raise ! 395 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean.. As o'er the cold sepulchral stone..... At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! 360 Bright flag at yonder tapering mast!...... 102 Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse. 394 41 C. PAGE Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record 283 343 211 99 Come hither, thou beautiful rover... 123 Come in the evening, or come in the morning 131 Come into the garden, Maud... 128 Come, take our boy, and we will go.. 196 Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee 132 Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn.. 155 Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas ... 346 "Courage," he cried, and pointed toward the land.. 50 296 Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East. Give, as the morning that flows out of heaven "Give us a song !" the soldiers cried Γνώθι σεαυτόν ! And is this the prince God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat Go, leave me, priest; my soul would be.. 30 276 194 333 341 125 43C 61 254 374 243 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star.. Hear the sledges with the bells... He came a beauteous vision ! How many now are dead to me How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits I. I am far from my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles 441 122 I asked the heavens: What foe to God hath done 363 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers. I cannot find thee! Still on restless pinion I cannot make him dead I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be I do not own an inch of land... If I had thought thou couldst have died I fill this cup to one made up...... If thou wert by my side, my love.. I gazed down life's dim labyrinth I have ships that went to sea... I know not whence it rises. I know thou hast gone to the house of thy rest 455 I lay me down to sleep.... 437 I leaned out of the window, I smelt the white clover. 124 I love (and have some cause to love) the earth In that home was joy and sorrow where an infant first drew breath.... 287 In the greenest of our valleys 263 In the silent midnight watches... 376 In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow lands. |