THE WALKING BELL (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
A CHILD refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays ...
A CHILD refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
Joy in each moment in the unfolding of the story in the coming of Christ anew to the earth The ...
The blond hair shimmering in the morning sunlight the sun hidden, not visible behind the house across the street Only ...
Maybe, in this modern age, the best way to think of the journey to the Christ child the season of ...
Nobody knows this little Rose -- It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are grey; You are ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all The immortal moods ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
You see them vanish in their speeding cars, The many people hastening through the world, And wonder what they would ...
Near the village of Udorf, on the banks of the Rhine, There lived a miller and his family, once on ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand Upraised ...
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