Ludwig Tieck

Ludwig Tieck

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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Eckbert the Blond (1797)

My journey had not much variety; the farther I went, the more was I afflicted by the recollection of my old mistress and the little dog; I considered that in all likelihood the poor shock would die of hunger, and often in the woods I thought my dame would suddenly meet me. Thus amid tears and sobs I went along; when I stopped to rest, and put the cage on the ground, the bird struck up his song, and brought but too keenly to my mind the fair habitation I had left. As human nature is forgetful, I imagined that my former journey, in my childhood, had not been so sad and woful as the present
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Eckbert the Blond (1797)

I can well figure you beside your singing bird, and how you fed poor little Strohmian.
Walther likewise went to sleep; Eckbert alone still walked in a restless humour up and down the room.
— Are not men fools? said he at last: I myself occasioned this recital of my wife's history, and now such confidence appears to me improper! Will he not abuse it? Will he not communicate the secret to others? Will he not, for such is human nature, cast unblessed thoughts on our jewels, and form pretexts and lay plans to get possession of them?
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Eckbert the Blond (1797)

In the end I grew to like her heartily; as our mind, especially in childhood, will become accustomed and attached to anything. In the evenings she taught me to read; and this was afterwards a source of boundless satisfaction to me in my solitude, for she had several ancient-written books, that contained the strangest stories.
— The recollection of the life I then led is still singular to me: Visited by no human creature, secluded in the circle of so small a family; for the dog and the bird made the same impression on me which in other cases long-known friends produce.
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