Authors (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
OVER the meadows, and down the stream,And through the garden-walks straying,He plucks the flowers that fairest seem;His throbbing heart brooks ...
OVER the meadows, and down the stream,And through the garden-walks straying,He plucks the flowers that fairest seem;His throbbing heart brooks ...
UPON the mead a violet stood,Retiring, and of modest mood,In truth, a violet fair.Then came a youthful shepherdess,And roam'd with ...
WHY do I o'er my paper once more bend?Ask not too closely, dearest one, I prayFor, to speak truth, I've ...
THUS to be chain'd for ever, can I bear?A very torment that, in truth, would be.This very day my new ...
IF to a girl who loves us trulyHer mother gives instruction dulyIn virtue, duty, and what not,—And if she hearkens ...
WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white,Instead of first thereon inscribing aught,The space thou doubtless filledst up in ...
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,I thy meaning have descried!Lovingly thou seem'st to sayThat I'm ever by his side;That he ...
EARLY one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment,Follow'd a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking.Quickly and ...
'Tis worth not a thought!Can the Koran a creation, then, be?Of that, I know nought!Yet that the book of all ...
THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,—The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,—Of Friendship ...
No! in truth there's here no lack:White the bread, the maidens black!To another town, next night:Black the bread, the maidens ...
WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white, Instead of first thereon inscribing aught, The space thou doubtless filledst ...
WHY do I o'er my paper once more bend? Ask not too closely, dearest one, I pray For, to speak ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
No! in truth there's here no lack: White the bread, the maidens black! To another town, next night: Black the ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
MY DEAR LADY GRANVILLE,-- THE reluctance which must naturally be felt by any one in venturing to give to the ...
WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see,-- That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no ...
EARLY one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment, Follow'd a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking. ...
THUS to be chain'd for ever, can I bear? A very torment that, in truth, would be. This very day ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
OH prophetic bird so bright, Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight! In the fairest time of year, Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear ...
BUSH and vale thou fill'st again With thy misty ray, And my spirit's heavy chain Castest far away. Thou dost ...
THE LADY. IN the small and great world too, What most charms a woman's heart? It is doubtless what is ...
HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel, Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal; To thee they're much--I won't ...
FOR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here, So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS! Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the ...
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