THE MAIDEN SPEAKS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
How grave thou loookest, loved one! wherefore so? Thy marble image seems a type of thee; Like it, no sign ...
How grave thou loookest, loved one! wherefore so? Thy marble image seems a type of thee; Like it, no sign ...
OVER the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem; His ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in ...
Cupid Conjured Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, ...
To the Celestial Numbers To this our world, to Learning, and to Heav'n, Three Nines there are, to every one ...
Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n; Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell; Declare what ...
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
THE MAN, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
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