The Bride Of Corinth (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that heFrom a certain townsman there might claim, As ...
ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that heFrom a certain townsman there might claim, As ...
THE hallowed morn faint glimmering in the East,Dawns on a slumb'ring and a ransom'd world;How dearly ransom'd! wonderful the priceBy ...
THE lake is calm, the sun is low,The whippoorwill is chaunting slow,And scarce a leaf through the forest is seenTo ...
AN ALLEGORY,(Written in her fifteenth year)The night was calm, the sky serene,The sea a mirror display'd,On its bosom the twinkling ...
I CHANCED to stray along the barren hillsThat stretch from Botany Bay to Sydney CoveOne cloudy morn. Full many a ...
(NORMANDE.)I AM weary of lying within the chaseWhen the knights are meeting in market-place.Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed ...
The stormy Cape is passed; now the wide seaRolls with a prouder and a bolder swell;The joyous tar, chaunting "Ho, ...
I tarried on the strains to hang Outfloating from yon ancient trees; Strains from two airy harps, that rang Responsive to the minstrel ...
BEATTIE.Sweet minstrel! from thy hermit's cell Rich strains of sacred truth are flowing,The haughty sceptic's pride to quell; Thy harp is tuned ...
I.O rustic herald of the spring,At length in yonder woody valeFast by the brook I hear thee sing;And, studious of ...
1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;3 Sounds of the rude world heard in ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
I stood in a princely hall, and where Round me gather'd the brave and fair, Music in softest ...
I.If souls could sing to heaven's high King As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
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