HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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I02 i$tim. THE FAIRIES. The waves they plash on the lonely strand, The moon gives out her beams ; A fair knight rests on the silvery sand, Begirt with happy dreams. The beautiful Fairies, fairy-bedight. Rise out of the great sea's deeps. They softly draw near to the youthful knight. And they think that he certainly sleeps. Then one with curious fingers feels The feathers that deck his bonnet; Another close to his shoulder-knot steals, And plays with the chain upon it. A third one laughs, and with cunning hand Unsheaths the sword from its keeper; And, leaning against the glittering brand, She watches, well-pleased, the sleeper. A fourth, she flutters about and above. And sighs from her little bosom : "Ah me ! that I were thy true, true love. Thou beautiful human blossom !"

^dnt. 103 A fifth the knight's fair fingers clasped. Filled with Love's longing blisses ; A sixth plays coy for awhile, but at last Ilis cheeks and lips she kisses. The knight is crafty, nor thinks he soon To open his eyelids wary; r>ut quietly lies, to be kissed in the moon. By fairy after fairy. THE JESUITS. Pedagogy was the specialty of the Jesuits, and although they sought to pursue it in the interest of their order, yet sometimes the passion for pedagogy itself, the only human passion that was left in them, gained the mastery ; they forgot their aim, the repression of reason and the exaltation of faith, and, iu.stead of reducing men to a state of childhood, as was their purpose, out of the children they involuntarily made men by their instruction. The greatest men of the Revolution were educated 111 Jesuit schools. Without the training tliere acfjuired, that great intellectual agitation wouhl perha])s not have broken out till a century later.

I02<br />

i$tim.<br />

THE FAIRIES.<br />

The waves they plash on the lonely<br />

strand,<br />

The moon gives out her beams ;<br />

A fair knight rests on the silvery sand,<br />

Begirt with happy dreams.<br />

The beautiful Fairies, fairy-bedight.<br />

Rise out of the great sea's deeps.<br />

They softly draw near to the youthful<br />

knight.<br />

And they think that he certainly<br />

sleeps.<br />

Then one with curious fingers feels<br />

The feathers that deck his bonnet;<br />

Another close to his shoulder-knot<br />

steals,<br />

And plays with the chain upon it.<br />

A third one laughs, and with cunning<br />

hand<br />

Unsheaths the sword from its keeper;<br />

And, leaning against the glittering<br />

brand,<br />

She watches, well-pleased, the sleeper.<br />

A fourth, she flutters about and above.<br />

And sighs from her little bosom :<br />

"Ah me ! that I were thy true, true<br />

love.<br />

Thou beautiful human blossom !"

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