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. ...
What time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended (His words they seldom comprehended), It ever seem'd to Him most meet...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair contending, Measured is the time they're beating At a bright enchantress' bidding....