Hymns to the Night : 4 (Novalis Poems)
Now I know when will come the last morning — when the Light no more scares away Night and Love ...
Now I know when will come the last morning — when the Light no more scares away Night and Love ...
Go to my country, go, O foreign flowers,sown by the traveler along the road,and under that blue heaventhat watches over ...
An Ode, Humbly Inscribed to CONSTANTIA.Fair, heavenly form! To thy Philander dear,For whom, the soul dissolving, pearly tearOft gently trembles, ...
I. The cactus and the aloe bloom Beneath the window of your room; Your window where, at evenfall, Beneath the twilight's first pale star, You ...
I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here.And I strayed from the town and its dust and heat.And ...
Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a loverOn my brow, a rose and a bookFor I am the ...
HOW lightly men can love, how soon forget! I said--yet some there be not false or fickle: For one, the ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
THERE, close the door!I shall not need these lodgings any more.Now that I go, dismantled wall and floorReproach me and ...
"O WILD heart, track the land's perfume, Beach-roses and moor-heather! All fragrances of herb and bloom Fail, out ...
ALL things are bound together by a tieFiner and subtler than a ray of light;Color and sound and fleeting fragrances,The ...
WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, But splinters of ...
Heat urges secret odors from the grass.Blunting the edge of silence, crickets shrill.Wings veer: inane needles of light, and pass.Laced ...
No special gifts precious metals or noble fragrances offering simpler things more like the shepherds coming at the angels' call ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
I. -- Red. Would that my songs might be What roses make by day and night -- Distillments of my ...
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