e; and the memory of so many great minds of modern times--Börne, Brentano, Bettina von Arnim, Feurbach, Savigny, Schlossen, etc. The Roman remains at Oberürzel in the neighborhood ought to have a chapter to themselves, forming as they do a miniature Pompeii, but the Rhine and its best scenery calls us away from its great tributary, and we already begin to feel the witchery which a popular poet has expressed in these lines, supposed to be a warning from a father to a wandering son:
To the Rhine, to the Rhine! go not to the Rhine! My son, I counsel thee well; For there life is too sweet and too fine, and every breath is a spell.
The nixie calls to thee out of the flood; and if thou her smiles shouldst see, And the Lorelei, with her pale cold lips, then 'tis all over with thee:
For bewitched and delighted, yet seized with fear, Thy home is forgotten and mourners weep here.
[Illustration: JOHN WOLFGANG GOETHE.]
[Illustration: GOETHE'S BIRTHPLACE.]
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