The warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter’d below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.
In haste for the sport soon [...]

Der Türmer, der schaut zu Mitten der Nacht
Hinab auf die Gräber in Lage;
Der Mond, der hat alles ins Helle gebracht;
Der Kirchhof, er liegt wie am Tage.
Da regt sich ein Grab und ein anderes dann:
Sie kommen hervor, ein Weib da, ein Mann,
In weißen und schleppenden Hemden.
Das reckt nun, es will sich ergetzen sogleich,
Die Knöchel zur Runde, [...]

I.
A MASTER of a country school
Jump’d up one day from off his stool,
Inspired with firm resolve to try
To gain the best society;
So to the nearest baths he walk’d,
And into the saloon he stalk’d.
He felt quite. startled at the door,
Ne’er having seen the like before.
To the first stranger made he now
A very low and graceful bow,
But [...]