THE ERL-KING. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song - a song that lives In the seed of ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
Our lives fleeting, illusory like the days of a blade of grass needing water, needing light withering in time, fading ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Once, only once, I saw it clear, -- That Eden every human heart has dreamed A hundred times, but ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
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