Hermann And Dorothea – IV. Euterpe (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
MOTHER AND SON.THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the motherWent in search of her son,--at first in front of ...
MOTHER AND SON.THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the motherWent in search of her son,--at first in front of ...
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that heFrom a certain townsman there might claim, As ...
HERMANN AND DOROTHEA.So tow'rd the sun, now fast sinking to rest, the two walk'd together,Whilst he veil'd himself deep in ...
SPEAK, ye stones, I entreat! Oh speak, ye palaces lofty!Utter a word, oh ye streets! Wilt thou not, Genius, awake?All ...
And so it proved! The nation felt, ere long, That peaceful signal, and, with blessings fraught, A new-born joy appeared; in gladsome ...
To this city joy reveal it! Peace as its first signal peal it! (Song of the Bell—concluding lines.)AND so it proved! The ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall recordWho had in this castle his dwelling,Where now ye are feasting ...
COUNT.I KNOW a flower of beauty rare,Ah, how I hold it dear!To seek it I would fain repair,Were I not ...
LEADER.LET no cares now hover o'er usLet the wine unsparing run!Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?Hast thou all thy duty ...
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?The father it is, with his infant so dear;He holdeth ...
ON yonder lofty mountainA thousand times I stand,And on my staff reclining,Look down on the smiling land.My grazing flocks then ...
Two words there 'are, both short, of beauty rare,Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame,But which with clearness ...
In the Koran with strange delightA peacock's feather met my sight:Thou'rt welcome in this holy place,The highest prize on earth's ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast ...
ON yonder lofty mountain A thousand times I stand, And on my staff reclining, Look down on the smiling land. ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Two words there are, both short, of beauty rare, Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame, But which ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
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