Hermann And Dorothea – II. Terpsichore (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
MOTHER AND SON.THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the motherWent in search of her son,--at first in front of ...
FATE AND SYMPATHY."NE'ER have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty!Still as the grave is the town, clear'd ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
Simon Danz has come home again,From cruising about with his buccaneers;He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,And ...
The demon in me's not dead,He's living, and well.In the body as in a hold,In the self as in a ...
This is a damned inhuman sort of war.I have been fighting in a dressing-gownMost of the night; I cannot see ...
Three cheers for the postman, the jolly old postman,With letters for Smith, Brown and Kelly, A load in his sack, ...
Pyotr Pavlovich (entering the room):Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster I am carrying someone's elbow Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster Where's Professor De ...
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,Droops on the little hands little gold head.Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!Christopher ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self ...
for Brenda Your blue dressing-gown Lying on the chair back Like a tired arm. (Barry Tebb)
By parents I would not be pinned, Nor in my home abide, For I was wanton as the wind And ...
Oh I am neither rich nor poor, No worker I dispoil; Yet I am glad to be secure From servitude ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
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