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To own thee master, and to yield myself,
My soul, my body, and my hope of Heaven,
Into thy keeping, yes, I love thee still,
And evermore shall love thee !'

The maiden in my arms.

Then I took

High in the air The small cicada sang his slumbrous song; The autumn breeze was warm upon our brows; The waves in distance glistened.

On the rocks

Our warriors, in scarlet and in green,
In armour and in rags, a motley throng,
With shouts exulted in their victory.
And from a little village far below

The priests came toiling up with bread and salt,
Symbols of Slavic welcome: and with tears
Upon their aged cheeks, they praised our deeds,
And promised us an everlasting fame.



NABRESINA'S heights are fair, and Prosecco wine is rare!

Sweet Trieste upon her terraces is beautiful to see ;
But the loveliest by far of all things that lovely are
On the Adriatic's sounding shores, will ever be for me
Miramar !


O the sea is great and gray when the borras on it play,

But as gentle as a maiden in a dream when sinks the wind:

Maximilian, sailor born, sailing forth one gusty morn, In a skiff was rudely cast ashore, and thus he chanced to find



He had sailed to East and West, trodden lands accurst and blest;

Set the royal Hapsburg banner up against the windy sky;

And had followed it for years, knowing nor fatigue nor


And, when sailing proudly homeward, oft his ship had bounded by



Now, when cast upon the strand, 'twas as if enchanted land

Opened suddenly by magic to his storm-bewildered gaze;

Long he wandered in the vale, till a port where never


Came to rage did he discover: then he hastened home to praise



O the laurel-roses grow and the rich camelias blow In those valleys by the sea where the wild vine clothes the hills!

O the nightingale goes mad, singing melodies half-sad, Half voluptuous, in summer, when the solemn moonlight fills



O the breezes from the South kiss the rose upon her mouth,

And she blushes till her petals are with crimson flooded o'er.

O the starry splendours break over thicket, grove, and lake,

And the heavens seem with tenderness to bend and to adore

Miramar !


Now the sailor-prince did bring home the daughter of a king,

Fair Carlotta from the teeming plains beside the northern sea :

And the bride was wild with joy, innocent, without alloy,

When her princely husband told her that their future home would be



"Tis a paradise on earth, where the soul may have new birth,

Where our hearts to love may open without fear of worldly stain,'

Quoth the bridegroom to the bride: 'Let the tossing navies ride

On the deep: I sail no more, but I hasten to regain Miramar.


'There the merry birds shall praise through the sweet and bloomy days

Love, the master of our spirits, while in vale and wood we stray;

We will fly the camp and court, and the tranquil sheltered port

Where our argosy of bliss may safely lie shall be alway Miramar.'


There the prince a palace fine built and o'er it trained the vine,

And around it costly blossoms from remotest countries placed :

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