LUDVIG TIECK: FAIR ECKBERT (1796)
In a region of the Hartz Mountains there lived a knight whom people generally called simply Fair
Eckbert. He was about forty years old, scarcely of medium height, and short, very fair hair fell thick
and straight over his
when I reached the top, everything, as far as my eye could see, was like night about me - all
overcast with a gloomy mist. The day was dark and dismal, and not a tree, not a meadow, not even
a thicket could my eye discern, with the exception of a few bush
Now wont you go, dear boy, with me?
My daughters shall wait on you prettily;
My father, my father, hes grasping my
Theyll lead the night-dance mid shadows
The alder king has done me harm.
And rock and dance and sing you to
ERLKING, TRANS.UNKNOWN (?)
The terrified father streaked off with alarm,
Holding his pale son within his arm.
He reached the farmhouse in fear and
Who rides so late through night wind
too late for the boy, who already was dead.
It is the fath
THE ELF KING, TRANS. SUSAN KRIEGBAUM-
The sound of the leaves quaking in the
Who rides so late in the night so wild?
Sweet, gentle boy, won't you come along.
It is a father with his child.
My daughters await to sing you their song.
He reached his farm with fear and dread;
THE ERL-KING, TRANS. EDWIN ZEYDEL, 1955
The infant son in his arms was dead.
Who's riding so late where winds blow
It is the father grasping his child;
He holds the boy embraced in his arm,
He clasps him snugl
The Erlking, Trans. Unknown (?)
Be quiet, do be quiet, my son,
Who's riding so late through th' endless
Through leaves the wind is rustling anon.
The father 't is with his infant child;
Do come, my darling, oh come with me!
He thinks the boy 's
"Be calm, stay calm, my child, lie low:
The father shudders, his ride is wild,
In withered leaves the night-winds blow."
In his arms he's holding the groaning
'Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?
Reaches the court with toil and dread. -
"Oh yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full
THE ERL-KING, TRANS. EDGAR ALFRED
It was the grey willow that danced to the
Who rides there so late through the night dark
Erl-King: "O come and go with me, no
The father it
more loudly and shrilly than he used to. The more I looked at him the more uneasiness I felt. Finally,
I opened the cage, stuck my hand in, seized him by the neck and squeezed my fingers together
forcibly. He looked at me imploringly, and I relaxed my gri
have a strange person like that assist my memory. What do you say, Eckbert? "
Eckbert looked at his suffering wife with deep tenderness. He kept silent, but was meditating.
Then he said a few comforting words to her and left the room. In an isolated room
My 'broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain."
The Colonel's son a pistol drew, and held it muzzle-end,
"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he;
"will ye take the mate from a friend?"
"A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a li
If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,
The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a row:
If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,
The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly."
And reap his old reward:
Have done with childish days-
The blame of those ye better,
The lightly proferred laurel,
The hate of those ye guard-
The easy, ungrudged praise.
The cry of hosts ye humour
Comes now, to search your manhood
(Ah, slowly!) toward th
RUDYARD KIPLING: THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN (1899)
The savage wars of peace-Fill full the mouth of Famine
Take up the White Man's burden-
And bid the sickness cease;
Send forth the best ye breed-
And when your goal is nearest
Go bind your sons to exile
With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell
and the head of the gallows-tree.
The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat -Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.
He's up and away from Fort Bukloh as f
RUDYARD KIPLING: THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST (1888)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
Dreamily he ascended a hill. There he seemed to hear a dog barking cheerily close by - birch
trees rustled about him - he heard the notes of a wonderful song:
O solitude Of lonely wood, Thou chiefest good, Where thou cost brood Is joy renewed, O
in a peculiar way about his riches and his wife. Hugo now approached this man, and they talked
together a long time secretly, while every now and then they glanced toward Eckbert. He, Eckbert,
saw in this a confirmation of his suspicions; he believed that
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear
"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl-King now breathes in
And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll
"Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy
THE ERL-KING, TRANS. SIR WALTER SCOTT
My mother keeps for thee many a fair toy,
And many a fine flower shall she pluck for
O who rides by night thro' the woodland
"O father, my father, and did you not hear
It is the fond father emb
shiny cage by the window. And he, indeed, it was that I had heard singing. The old woman gasped
and coughed, seemingly as if she would never get over it. Now she stroked the little dog, now
talked to the bird, which answered her only with its usual words.
"I was now fourteen years old. It is indeed a misfortune that human beings acquire reason,
only to lose, in so doing, the innocence of their souls. In other words I now began to realize the fact
that it depended only upon me to take the bird and the gems
his feathers displayed every possible color, varying from a most beautiful light blue to a glowing
red, and when he sang he puffed himself out proudly, so that his feathers shone even more
"The old woman often went out and did not return until
"From the little reading that I did I formed quite wonderful impressions of the world and of
mankind. They were all drawn from myself and the company I lived in; thus, if whimsical people
were spoken of I could not imagine them other than the little dog,
"I was delighted with this proposal, strange as the voice and the personality of the old woman
seemed to me. She walked rather fast with her cane, and at every step she distorted her face, which
at first made me laugh. The wild rocks steadily receded behi
sometimes happens that the one shrinks back in fright from its acquaintance with the other.
One foggy evening in early autumn Eckbert was sitting with his friend and his wife, Bertha,
around the hearthfire. The flames threw a bright glow out into the room
understood extremely well. I often used to sit in the corner and fill my head with notions - how I
would help them if I should suddenly become rich, how I would shower them with gold and silver
and take delight in their astonishment. Then I would see spir
over hills, the next to follow a winding path between rocks. I now guessed that I must be in the
neighboring mountains, and I began to feel afraid of the solitude. For, living in the plain, I had never
seen any mountains, and the mere word mountains, when
shone brightly. I had a feeling as if I had something to do requiring haste. Accordingly, I caught the
little dog, tied him fast in the room, and took the cage, with the bird in it, under my arm. The dog
cringed and whined over this unusual treatment; he