In search of prey once raised his pinions An eaglet; A huntsman's arrow came, and reft His right wing of all motive power. Headlong he fell into a myrtle grove, For three long days on anguish fed,...
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm, He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm. ...
Many good works I've done and ended, Ye take the praise I'm not offended; For in the world, I've always thought Each thing its true position hath sought. When praised for foolish deeds am I,...
Klopstock would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager the homely acorn alone must content us; Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting...
Once I held a well-carved brimming goblet, In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it, Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow. ...