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 ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
In vain, dear Madam, yes in vain you strive; Alas! to make your luckless Mira thrive, For Tycho and Copernicus agree, No golden Planet bent its Rays on me. 'Tis twenty Winters, if it is no more; To speak the Truth it may be Twenty four. As many Springs their 'pointed Space have run, Since Mira's Eyes first open'd on the Sun. 'Twas when the Flocks on slabby Hillocks lie, And the cold Fishes rule the wat'ry Sky: But tho these Eyes the learned Page explore, And turn the pond'rous Volumes o'er and o'er, I find no Comfort from their Systems flow, But am dejected more as more I know. Hope shines a while, but like a Vapour flies, (The Fate of all the Curious and the Wise) For, Ah! cold Saturn triumph'd on that Day, And frowning Sol deny'd his golden Ray. You see I'm learned, and I shew't the more, That none may wonder when they find me poor. Yet Mira dreams, as slumbring Poets may, And rolls in Treasures till the breaking Day: While Books and Pictures in bright Order rise, And painted Parlours swim before her Eyes: Till the shrill Clock impertinently rings, And the soft Visions move their shining Wings: Then Mira wakes,— her Pictures are no more, And through her Fingers slides the vanish'd Ore. Convinc'd too soon, her Eye unwilling falls On the blue Curtains and the dusty Walls: She wakes, alas! to Business and to Woes, To sweep her Kitchen, and to mend her Clothes. But see pale Sickness with her languid Eyes, At whose Appearance all Delusion flies: The World recedes, its Vanities decline, Clorinda's Features seem as faint as mine! Gay Robes no more the aching Sight admires, Wit grates the Ear, and melting Music tires: Its wonted pleasures with each sense decay, Books please no more, and paintings fade away, The sliding Joys in misy Vapours end: Yet let me still, Ah! let me grasp a Friend: And when each Joy, when each lov'd Object flies, Be you the last that leaves my closing Eyes. But how will this dismantl'd Soul appear, When stripp'd of all it lately held so dear, Forc'd from its Prison of expiring Clay, Afraid and shiv'ring at the doubtful Way. Yet did these Eyes a dying Parent see, Loos'd from all Cares except a Thought for me, Without a Tear resign her short'ning Breath, And dauntless meet the ling'ring Stroke of Death. Then at th' Almighty's Sentence shall I mourn: "Of Dust thou art, to Dust shalt thou return." Or shall I wish to stretch the Line of Fate, That the dull Years may bear a longer Date, To share the Follies of succeeding Times With more Vexations and with deeper Crimes: Ah no — tho' Heav'n brings near the final Day, For such a Life I will not, dare not pray; But let the Tear for future Mercy flow, And fall resign'd beneath the mighty Blow. Nor I alone — for through the spacious Ball, With me will Numbers of all Ages fall: And the same Day that Mira yields her Breath, Thousands may enter through the Gates of Death. (Mary Leapor)
SCENE I. EcclefechinDornockSolus.O heavens support my every sense!A large estate! yet barr'd from pence!Trust deeds and curs'd adjudications,Bonds, inhibitions, damn'd ...
Harley, the nation's great support,Returning home one day from court,His mind with public cares possest,All Europe's business in his breast,Observed ...
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe ...
How tired! Eight hours of racking work,With sharp vexations shot between!Scant wages and few kindly words,—How gloomy the whole day ...
Oh servant Henry lectured tillthe crows commenced and thenhe bulbed his voice & lectured on some more.This happened again & ...
TIS, in good truth, a most wonderful thing(I am even ashamed to relate it)That love so many vexations should bring,And ...
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
Who can bring healing to her heart's despair, Her whole rich sum of happiness lies there! ~ CROLY. Pale is ...
'Tis now that softening hour When love hath deepest power, To stir the fond heart with its dreams of delight; ...
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, Pay them no heed, O Quintius! So long as we From care are ...
False glozing pleasures, casks of happinesse,Foolish night-fires, women's and children's wishes,Chases in arras, guilded emptinesse,Shadows well mounted, dreams in a ...
Some day of days! Some dawning yet to beI shall be clothed with immortality!And, in that day, I shall ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Oh servant Henry lectured till the crows commenced and then he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. This ...
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