Hermann And Dorothea – VII. Erato (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
This piece, as many more of Ossian's compositions, is addressed to one of the first Christian missionaries. The story of ...
Argument:Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he ran.The pig was eat, and Tom was beatAnd Tom went ...
(_Epilogue to 'The Two Poets of Croisic.'_)What a pretty tale you told meOnce upon a time--Said you found it somewhere ...
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?Ah, the lip that erst ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.He kissed her and breathed life into her ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
When I am rich, he used to say,"A thousand joys I'll give away;I'll walk among the poor I findAnd unto ...
The ducks are clacking by the brook;The sun is hot, but cool their feathers look.Ducks do not plan ambitious schemes:Their ...
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? Ah, the lip ...
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away -- Intending to return -- But not so soon ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains, And the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source. ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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