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Hall also, in his "Satires," condemned the heresy in some verses remarkable for their grave beauty and strength. The revival of the hexameter in modern poetry is due to Johann Heinrich Voss, a man of genius, an admirable metrist, and, Schlegel's sneer to the contrary notwithstanding, hitherto the best translator of Homer.
He couldn't run worth a cent; but there was no braver or truer man ever drew a ramrod or tore a cartridge than Tennessee. Reader, did you ever eat a mussel? Well, we did, at Shelbyville. We were camped right upon the bank of Duck river, and one day Fred Dornin, Ed Voss, Andy Wilson and I went in the river mussel hunting. Every one of us had a meal sack.
"Perhaps you had better see her," returned the latter. "No, no, no!" Mrs. Voss put up her hands and shivered as she spoke. "I cannot, I cannot! Oh, my boy! my son! my poor Archie! Where are you? Why do you not come home? Hark!" The bell had rung loudly. They listened, and heard men's voices in the hall below. With face flushing and paling in quick alternations, Mrs.
"There is one," said the count, pointing to Count Voss, who appeared to have forgotten the whole world, and was occupied writing verses in his portfolio. Madame von Brandt laughed aloud. "He marry the beautiful Laura!" "Yes," said the count, earnestly, "he seeks a Laura." "Yes, but you forget that he considers me his Laura."
In all things she worshipped her uncle, observing his movements, caring for his wants, and carrying out his plans. She did not worship her aunt, but she so served Madame Voss that had she been withdrawn from the household Madame Voss would have found herself altogether unable to provide for its wants. Thus Marie Bromar had become the guardian angel of the Lion d'Or at Granpere.
It would not, perhaps, be advisable to recur to our earliest mode of classical translation, line for line, and nearly word for word; but when German Literature shall be better known in England, it will be seen from the masterly versions of Voss and Schlegel, that without diluting by idle epithets one line into three, as in the above example, it is still possible to combine fidelity with spirit.
Now, when Madame Faragon learned that Michel Voss and Adrian Urmand had gone through Colmar back from Basle on their way to Granpere, she immediately foresaw what was to happen. Marie's marriage was to be hurried on, George was to be thrown overboard, and the pedlar's pack was to be triumphant over the sign of the innkeeper.
At about nine she was seated in the appointed place, and Madame Voss brought her lover up into the room. 'Here is M. Urmand come to speak to you, she said. 'Your uncle thinks that you had better see him alone. I am sure you will bear in mind what it is that he and I wish. Then she closed the door, and Adrian and Marie were left together.
But Voss kept on swimming and soon gained the raft. Then he took hold of the rope that connected it with the canoe, untied the raft, and swam with the end of the rope back towards shore. "That's the way to do it!" sang out Ham. "Bring the rope in and we'll pull them back!" "Pull! pull!" shouted Snap, and he and his chums did their best to send the two rowboats and the canoe away from the shore.
"Courage, my dear friend," said Madame von Brandt to Count Voss, who stood before her with the most mournful expression, and seemed so lost in grief as to be scarcely aware of the presence of his charming and bewitching Armida. "I do not understand how you can laugh and be gay, if you love me," he said, sadly. "I love you truly, and therefore I am gay.
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