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And the guiding hand of the youth of the Virgin
Scary hopped over the stones, down to the steps of the wanderer;
Trat on the web, and raised one of her feet with caution
About revealed high fence, to the flower of gore,
Associated shy her robe, and then jumped over haste.
difficulty they got now by hazel bushes the oblique
Out rained path to the side swung around the mountain, and deep inspiration
began the rosy-cheeked damsel,

they stand still for a little, my heart is pounding! How refreshing
About blowing up the lake to cool! And as the area all around
laughs! As long stripe down eights, dark blue and light green
Flowing fields full of grain sprinkled with shimmering flowers! There, the
umbüschte village, and the tower with the flashing Seiger! Here
flowery meadow flower-decked to the reddish cooling ', and the hill
from buckwheat, and the blue lake of the woods!
but look around, you children, and rejoice!

You can see the area not immediately, but here you walk around the Lake Plön, after having made a picnic in the countryside. We are in the 18 Century, as it is sensitive. And it thrilled you are to nature. The language of the poet is a bit of getting used to, such a beautiful stretch surveyed as the blank verse of the English was not German. During this time, the devotes himself to the classical, one likes to use all possible meter, which for the Latin language was perhaps appropriate. And even if the verses are therefore a more casual, which we still occurring stilted language:

Beautiful is the hall, with beads hanging over,
What is the image of the sun is shining,
Fair is the people of the flowers whose cheeks
served the evening red.

Fair is the valley, and the flowery meadow, where some
is Wollenheerde,
soon as day, in a purple dress,
stands on the mountains.

Beautiful is the Haynes, who runs a green veil
From dusk to the shepherdess,
If Sirius dominates the air and sprayed fire from
ofnem throat.

Beautiful is the stream, splashing through the throng
The flower, which he leyht stimuli
The wavelets roll, if it the evening sky with purple
strewn.

The sheep can not simply say these poets. It already has to be a Wollenheerde . As it is for the reddish cooling 'in the poem above almost grateful. William Wordsworth has turned strongly against the poetic diction The poet with the Wollenheerde, Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty, complaining he was mentioned in our first poem.

you glance around the widely smiling landscape,
chatted a lot, and heartfelt songs of Stolberg,
citizens and Hagedorn, of Claudius, Gleim and Jacobi sang;
Also, friend Hölty from you, and you complained, honest young man!

The first text is by Johann Heinrich Voss, who was born today 260 years ago. The poem is titled Luise. A poem in three rural idylls , and it is surprisingly popular with over hundreds of years have been reading public. The illustrations are the original edition of Daniel Chodowiecki. Nachgestochen of Henry - you may write down the name almost never happens - Guttenberg. This idyll is now a new form of literature, a kind of small epic. These are not the Arcadian idylls of Salomon Gessner, whose childlike warmth Goethe eventually went terribly on his nerves. We should not be fooled by the name of idyll. Although we presented Luise a philistine idyll, in which nature is always good for a walk, stand at the end of the cup of coffee or glass of wine. But the first Idylls of Voss, who are under the title Serfdom collected look, very different. Since inside the grandson of a serf has written much revolutionary stuff, and more than a decade before the French Revolution:

Would you missed drudgery, it would be to apologize.
What? nor loyalty requires the ruthless Fronherr? The
, with services of the law (God is sued) and abquälet of arbitrariness,
us as little as horse and fed the horses? The
when starving man for wife and little children bread grain
begs the memory-loaded, beating him until the bewillkommt,
einschüttet Then the scanty amount of painted advance? The
even the most bitter defect satisfaction which the pastor
self does not include theft, in barbarous torture chambers
punishes and cry and fear sign tickle themselves? The
abused the girls and the boys of the village as beasts of burden
Auferzöge, if not compassion pastor and clerk,
What, hated by Junker, reason, teach us and doing right?
No, indeed, is not sin Frone These kinds of failure!
But for the invasion completely dishonest accusation, Michel,
as honest guy, go boldly to Schwerin and accuse him That you'll
justice of our country's most gracious Lord!

But justice will not wait by the Duke of Michel

Hans! I outraged the heart! I let the noble robber
fly a red rooster on the roof of the night still bridles
the most nimble pony in the stable and pursue Hamburg!

that he takes as the Michael Kohlhaas the law into their own hands may just be prevented. But the revolutionary pathos seems everywhere already. And we must also see clearly again, the man we as a translator of Iliad and Odyssey as an intellectual giant of the 18th Century look comes from the bottom. The other members of Hainbund are sons of officials and ministers, the Counts Stolberg are noble. Setting up the Hainbund Voss wrote in a letter: Oh, my dearest friend, as you would have to be here. The two Millers, Hahn, Holty, weir and I were still of the night to a remote village. The evening was extremely bright and the moon is full. We are leaving all the feelings of the beautiful nature. We ate in a peasant's hut, a milk and went out into the open field. Here we found a small oak base, and also occurred to us all to swear a bond of friendship under these sacred trees. We wreathed with oak leaves, the hats, they put under the tree bordered, all of us by the hand, danced so trapped around the trunk - called the moon and the stars to witness our union, and promised us eternal friendship.

Scouts romance and smooching trees. Now he has arrived among equals in spirit. It is the classical education (which he has worked hard), guarantees the Voss its position in the middle of the Enlightenment. Classical is always good, especially for the literary climber who nouveaux riches the literature. If today is the concept of classical music, we think any further. But that Voss has a dark side, in addition to the revolutionary verses (and social criticism finds itself in Luise ) next sought to cramp Classic, he also writes Schweinkram to:

my Kloet are just full of fire,
And makes my cock his masterpiece,

Then I am rich with a triple,
shit And almost to all success.

Something is not on the toilet door of a school, which writes the rector of the school Eutiner scholars, who may adorn the title Councilor . I leave the rest of Priapus At times gone now, you can read about him ☞ here. Now that we know now, gets the revealed until the flower of the gusset climbing over the fences by young women, a new dimension. Dirty talk? Secret wishes? The priapic Oden are published anonymously in 1800, one of the authors was next to Voss, the Count Friedrich of Stolberg. As of the same year to Catholicism, announced his Hainbund and Voss Priapsbruder his mentor's friendship and published his diatribe As Fritz Stolberg was a serf?

He is now in his new bourgeoisie against everything that is not classic or family and cup of coffee is, in fact he is the anticipated philistinism of Biedermeier. He hates the Romantics. And attacked even in the so-called war sonnets the Olympian Goethe for his sonnets. With the Olympic calmness to his friend Zelter writes: If you the Vossische sonnet contrary, we are in full agreement in this punct. We have been to Germany several times been the case that very nice talent at last lost in the pedantry. And that's now going that way. For pure prosody his poetry quite vanished . And as Goethe happens to have law. Pedantrie and a militant, narrow-minded and principled representative of a rigid, rational Classicism (Gero von Wilpert) - comes to us is not familiar? Have we ever changed our German? Somehow, the Johann Heinrich Voss, a bit fishy.