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Happiness And Vision

TOGETHER at the altar we

In vision oft were seen by thee,

Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.

Oft from thy mouth full many a kiss

In an unguarded hour of bliss

I then would steal, while none were by.

The purest rapture we then knew,

The joy those happy hours gave too,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Anacreon's Grave

HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,

Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,

Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals

Beauteously planted and deck'd?—Here doth Anacreon sleep

Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,

And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wedding Song

THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record

Who had in this castle his dwelling,

Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,

His grandson of whom we are telling.

The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,

Through many a triumph exalted his name,

And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,

His castle still rear'd its proud head,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Suleika - Love For Love

LOVE for love, and moments sweet,

Lips returning kiss for kiss,

Word for word, and eyes that meet;

Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss.

Thus at eve, and thus the morrow!

Yet thou feeblest, at my lay,

Ever some half-hidden sorrow;

Could I Joseph's graces borrow,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

As Broad As It's Long

MODEST men must needs endure,

And the bold must humbly bow;

Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,

Whether bold or modest thou.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Bridegroom

I SLEPT,—'twas midnight,—in my bosom woke,

As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;

To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;

What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?

She was away; the world's unceasing strife

For her alone I suffer'd through the heat

Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing life

At cooling eve!—my guerdon was complete.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Before A Court Of Justice

THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told

Of my darling unborn life;

"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!"

Yet I'm an honest wife.

To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told,

Yet he's both loving and fair;

He wears on his neck a chain of gold,

And a hat of straw doth he wear.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Plan The Muses Entertained

A PLAN the Muses entertain'd

Methodically to impart

To Psyche the poetic art;

Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd.

No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre

E'en in the fairest Summer night;

But Amor came with glance of fire,—

The lesson soon was learn'd aright.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Bride Of Corinth

ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came,

Who in Athens lived, but hoped that he

From a certain townsman there might claim,

As his father's friend, kind courtesy.

Son and daughter, they

Had been wont to say

Should thereafter bride and bridegroom be.

But can he that boon so highly prized,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The First Walpurgis-Night

A DRUID.

SWEET smiles the May!

The forest gay

From frost and ice is freed;

No snow is found,

Glad songs resound

Across the verdant mead.

Upon the height

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Roman Elegies

SPEAK, ye stones, I entreat! Oh speak, ye palaces lofty!

Utter a word, oh ye streets! Wilt thou not, Genius, awake?

All that thy sacred walls, eternal Rome, hold within them

Teemeth with life; but to me, all is still silent and dead.

Oh, who will whisper unto me,--when shall I see at the casement

That one beauteous form, which, while it scorcheth, revives?

Can I as yet not discern the road, on which I for ever

To her and from her shall go, heeding not time as it flies?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Same

HUSH'D on the hill

Is the breeze;

Scarce by the zephyr

The trees

Softly are press'd;

The woodbird's asleep on the bough.

Wait, then, and thou

Soon wilt find rest.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe