 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Fiction - 1995 - 316 pages
...by the stream of the sounding rock. When night cornes on the hill — when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death...pleasant were her friends to Colma. "Such was thy song, Miņona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and our souls were sad!... | |
 | Jennifer Radden - History - 2002 - 394 pages
...rock. When night comes on the hill — when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the hlast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his hooth; he shall fear, hut love my voice! For sweet shall my voice he for my friends: pleasant were... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stanley Appelbaum - Foreign Language Study - 2003 - 244 pages
...sounding rock. When night comes on the hill; when the loud winds arise: my ghost shall stand in the hlast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his hooth. He shall fear. hut love my voice! For sweet shall my voice lie for my friends: pleasant were... | |
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Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream. Why should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock. When night comes on the hill — when the loud winds... 
