ID hoppinet in de yar of crace, vhen all dese dings pegan,Dat Mishder Schmit, de shap who rooned acainsd der Breitmann,Vas a man who look like Mishder Twine so moosh dat beoples sayDey pliefe dey moost ge-brudert pe – Gott weiss in vot a vay! Und id vas also moosh be-marked – vhitch look shoost […]

“Très estimé ami, – Ick seyn nock nit verdorb,Vielleickt Sie denck wohl kar, das ick sey tod gestorb,Ock ne Kott loben Danck, ick leb nock kanss wohl auf.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Naturlich wie Kespenst die off die Kasse keh.”– Deutsch-Franzos, Leipzig, 1736. Vot roombles down […]

WHO vas efer hear soosh voonders,Holy breest or virshin nonn?As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann,Vhen he hoont an air-ballon.Der Bizzy[1] und der Dizzy,[2]Mit lothairingen und Lothair,Vas nodings to dis Deutscher,Who vent kitin troo de air. Id was in yar Nofember,In eighdeen sefendee,Der Breitmann vent a prowlin,By monden light vent he.In fillages desertedHe hear de Uhu moan;For […]

“Bjó foeri ek thér,Brynthings apaldr!Magni blandinnOk magentíri,Fullr er hann ljoda.”– Sigrdrîfurnál “Beer I bear to thee,Battle’s great apple-tree!Mingled with mightAnd with bright glory,All full of song.”– The Edda. THE VISION. “Dere vas vonce oopon a dimes a Frantchman who asket if a Sharman could hafe ésprit. Allowin for his pad shbellin, de reater will find […]

SHOWING HOW MR. HIRAM TWINE “PLAYED OFF” ON SMITH.[1] Vide licet. Dere vas a fillage whose vote alone vouldt peApout enof to elegdt a man und give a mayority,So de von who couldt “scoop” dis seddlement vouldt make a lucky hit,But dough dey vere Deutschers, von und all, dey all go von on Schmit. Now […]

(1869.) “Recessit in Franciam.” “Et affectu pectoris,Et toto gestu corporis,Et scholares maxime,Qui festa colunt optime.”– Carmina Burana, 13th century. DER teufel’s los in Bal Mabille,Dere’s hell-fire in de air,De fiddlers can’t blay noding elseBoot Orphée aux Enfers:Vot makes de beoples howl mit shoy?Da capo – Bravo! – bis!!It’s a Deutscher aus Amerikà:Hans Breitmann in Paris. […]

For fear of some missed onder standings, I vould shtate, dat dis is only mean de last Barty dat der Coptain Breitmann has ge given – as yed. Pimepy I kess he gife anoder von, und if I kits an in- leading, or indrotuckshun, I kess I’ll go. I am von of de vellers dat […]

HE sits in bivouacke,By fire, peneat’ de drees;A pottle of champagnerHeld shently on his knees;His lange Uhlan lanzeStuck py him in de sand;Vhile a goot peas-poodin’ sausageAdorn his oder hand. Und jungere UhlanenSit round mit oben mout’To hear der Breitmann’s shdoriesOf fitin in de Sout’Und he gife dem moral lessons,How pefore de battle pops:“Take a […]

O HEAR a wondrous shdoryVot soundet like romance,How Breitmann mit four UhlansVas dake de town of Nantz.De Fräntschmen call it Nancy,[1]Und dey say its fery hardDat Nancy mit her soldiersVas getook py gorpral’s guard. Dey dink id vas King WilhelmAsh Hans ride in de down,Und like Odin in his glorieGazed derriply aroun’.Denn mit awfool condesenchenHe […]

“Hupsa! jonker Jan,Die wel ruiter worden kan.” BOON tidings to der Breitmann cameAsh he at table end,Dere’s right goot fisch at Blankenberghe,Und oysters in Ostend.Denn to Ostland ve will reiten gaen,To Ostland o’er de sand,Dou und I mit pridle drawnFor dere ish de oyster land. Und vhen dey shtood bei Ostersee,Vhere de waters roar like […]

“Vlaenderen, dag en nachtDenk ik aen u.Waer ik ook ben en vaer,Gy zyt my altyd naer.Vlaenderen, dag en nachtDenk ik aen u. Overal vrolykheid,Overal lust.Maegden van fier gelaet,Knapen zoo vroom en draet.Overal vrolykheid,Overal lust.”– Hoffmann von Fallersleben. VHEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs,Ash maids shake out deir locks,Und singen mit de rifulets,Vitch ripplen round […]

DERE woned once a studente,All in der Stadt Paris,[1]Whom jeder der ihn kennte,Der rowdy Breitmann hiess.He roosted in de rue La Harpe,Im Luxembourg Hotel,‘Twas shoost in anno ’48,Dat all dese dings pefel. Boot he who vouldt go hoontin nowTo find dat rue La Harpe,Moost hafe oongommon shpecdagles,Und look darnation sharp.For der Kaisar und his HausmannMit […]

Dictes moy – in what shpirit landIsh Clara Lafontaine?Or Pomaré, or La Frisette,Who blazed on soosh a train?Shveet Echo flings de quesdion pack,O’er lake or shdreamlet lone;All eartly peauty fades afay,Vhere ish dem lofed ones gone? Oh, vhere ish Lola Montez now,So loved in efery land?How oft I shmoked dose cigarettesShe rollt mit vairy hand!Dat […]

DER Breitmann sits in la Sorbonne,A note-pook in his hand,‘Tvas dere he vent to lectures,Und in oldt Louis le Grand.Id’s more ash two und dwendy yearsSince here I used mein pen;Oh, where ish all de characders,Dat I hafe known since denn? Der cratest boet efer vas,Der pest I efer known,Vent lecdures here, too, shoost like […]

Oldt Flämisch. HET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg,Ride oud oopon de sand,Und vait to hear a paardeken;Coom tromplin from de land.He vaited vhen de boeren volkVent oud oopon de plain,He vaited dill de veary crowsFlew nestwarts home acain. He vaited ash de wild fox vaitsIn long-some hoonger noth,He vaited dill de flitterin batsVere plack on […]

TIS shveet to valk in Holland townsApout de twilicht tide,Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals,Safe vhere a poat may clide.Shdrange light on darkenin vater falls,In long soft lines afar,Der abenddroth on dunkelheit,Vitch shows – or hides – a star. De pridges risen all aroundtSo quaindly, left und right,Pedween each pridge und shattow, lies,A lemon […]

IN dis boem, mein freund der Herr Breitmann hafe his fiews on art pefore-geset mit a deepness und shorthood vich is bropably oonliked in Aesthetik. Ve hafe here, within de circumcomprehensifeness of dirty-two lines, a théorie vitch – shortsomely exbressed – sends to der teufel efery dings ash vas efer gescribed pefore on kunst or […]

“Wie kennt die stad waer alles nogVan Vlaenderens grootheid spreekt?Waer ontrouw, valschheid en bedrogVan schæmte nog verbleekt?”– Ledeganck. If I hat gold, as I hafe time,I tells you how ‘tvere shpent,On efery year I’d shtay a weekIn Vlanderen’s hoofstad, Gent.For, oh! de sveet wild veelins,In dat stad do mofe me so,Vhen I’d dink of all […]

“Vot ish Art? Id ish somedings to drink, objectively foregebrought in de Beaudiful. Doubtest dou? – denn read, ash I hafe read, de Dyonisiacs of Nonnus, and learn dat de oopboorstin of infinite worlds into edernal Light und mad goldnen Lofeliness – yea of dein own soul – is typifide only py de CUP. Vot! […]