Hermann And Dorothea – IX. Urania (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
CONCLUSION.O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,Who ...
CONCLUSION.O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,Who ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
I-SpringAllegroWake ! wake !Out of the snow and the mist,In rain-wet wind-blown gauzeOf amber and amethyst,Cometh Spring like a girl.Trembling ...
I. She comes, benign enchantress, heav'n born PEACE! With mercy beaming in her radiant eye; She bids the horrid din of battle cease, And ...
Awake dull soul, and from thy fold of clayReceive the blessed tidings of the day:Not of a fox's cub, whose ...
News Editor: Peer ConfessesBishop UndressesTorso Wrapped in Rug,Girl Guide Throttled,Baronet BottledJ.P. goes to Jug.But yesterday's storyOld and hoaryNever mind who ...
O GREAT is the Lord; let Zion upraise,In rapturous strains, the song of his praise;With joy, O ye people, proclaim ...
"TELL me, Singer, of the wayWinding down to Arcady?Of the world's roads I am weary--You, with song so brave and ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
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