Hermann And Dorothea – VI. Klio (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
THE AGE.WHEN the pastor ask'd the foreign magistrate questions,What the people had suffer'd, how long from their homes they had ...
THE AGE.WHEN the pastor ask'd the foreign magistrate questions,What the people had suffer'd, how long from their homes they had ...
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut upWithin his iron cave, th' effusive southWarms the wide air, and o'er ...
O nation, Christian nation, Lift high the hymn of praiseThe God of our Salvation Is love in all His ways:He blesseth us, ...
What magic is thine, beloved?Lo, had the day become a worn thingAnd the vessels of office trinketsOf memory. What magic ...
I BEAR an unseen burden constantly;Waking or sleeping I can never thrustThe load aside; through summer's heat and dustAnd winter's ...
A yellow field of flowering mustard. Loneliness and sunshine.And such a mood - as if I turned the handle of a kiddy's ...
When faints the heart for sorrow, In life's hard, darkened hour,My spirit breathes a wondrous prayer Full of love's inward power.There is ...
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain,To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Throughout the city, and the lands around, Soon ran the rumour that, from Israel's God, Moses a word had brought ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn?Is it so, that the light ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at--- Hall, North.Mr. B---n---r---d's Reflections on his Arrival at Bath.--The Case of Himself and ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
DARK as the wintry midnight is my soul; sad and tempestuous. Fain would I sit upon the stern brow'd rock, ...
I was a harness horse, Constrained to travel weak or strong, With orders from oppressing force, ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
And wherefore have they come, this warlike band, That o'er the ocean many a weary day Have tossed; and now ...
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