The Wanderer (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
WANDERER.YOUNG woman, may God bless thee,Thee, and the sucking infantUpon thy breast!Let me, 'gainst this rocky wall,Neath the elm-tree's shadow,Lay ...
WANDERER.YOUNG woman, may God bless thee,Thee, and the sucking infantUpon thy breast!Let me, 'gainst this rocky wall,Neath the elm-tree's shadow,Lay ...
LIKE the vultureWho on heavy morning cloudsWith gentle wing reposingLooks for his prey,—Hover, my song!For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis ...
IN the deepest nights of WinterTo the Muses kind oft cried I:"Not a ray of morn is gleaming,Not a sign ...
IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd,In the Winter night, in the forest wild,I heard the wolves with their ...
So the winter now closed round themWith resistless fury. ScatteringOver all his breath so icy,He inflamed each wind that blitheTo ...
BUSH and vale thou fill'st againWith thy misty ray,And my spirit's heavy chainCastest far away.Thou dost o'er my fields extendThy ...
MANY good works I've done and ended,Ye take the praise—I'm not offended;For in the world, I've always thoughtEach thing its ...
IF the loved one, the well-known one,Should return as he departed,On his lips would ring my kisses,Though the wolf's blood ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is ...
IN the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming, ...
MANY good works I've done and ended, Ye take the praise--I'm not offended; For in the world, I've always thought ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
IF the loved one, the well-known one, Should return as he departed, On his lips would ring my kisses, Though ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
BUSH and vale thou fill'st again With thy misty ray, And my spirit's heavy chain Castest far away. Thou dost ...
IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd, In the Winter night, in the forest wild, I heard the wolves ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
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