We sometimes wish that Brant's satire had been a little more searching, and that, instead of his many allusions to classical fools (for his book is full of scholarship), he had given us a little. It was thus that the “Griechen Lieder” arose, which appeared in separate but rapid numbers, and found great favor with the people. Frei Wild - Alle Alben. Files Frei Wild Ju8me. File name: OppositionXtremeEdition.zip. Die Draufgaenger - Jung Frei Wild (2015)Genre: Schlager Quality.

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Author (243211) 03 Aug 11, 13:19. The First Rose Of Summer 'Tis the first rose of summer that opes to my view, With its bright crimson bosom all bathed in the dew; It bows to its green leaves with pride from its throne-- 'Tis the queen of the valley, and reigneth alone. Why, lovely stranger!

Thus early in bloom, Art thou here to assure us that summer is come? The primrose and harebell appear with the spring, But tidings of summer the young roses bring. Thou fair gift of nature (I welcome the boon), Was 't the lark of the morning that 'woke thee so soon? Yet I weep, thou sweet floweret! For soon, from the sky, The lark shall repose where thy leaves wither'd lie. If beauty could save thee, thou ne'er wouldst decay, But, alas!

Soon thou 'lt perish and wither away; And thy kindred may blossom, and blossom as fair-- Yet I 'll mourn, lonely rosebud! When thou art not there. Robert Gilfillan (1798 – 1850) Author (243211) 04 Aug 11, 13:11 Comment. The Erl-King O who rides by night thro' the woodland so wild?

It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. 'O father, see yonder! He says; 'My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?' 'O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.' 'No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.' 'O come and go with me, thou loveliest child; By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled; My mother keeps for theee many a fair toy, And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my boy.' 'O father, my father, and did you not hear The Erl-King whisper so low in my ear?'