Car poems
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The Bliss Of Absence.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,
Valediction.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And folks revile us ne'er.
Don't call us names, then, please!"--
At length I meet with ease,
For Ever.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,--
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.
Found.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE through the forestAlone I went;
To seek for nothingMy thoughts were bent.I saw i' the shadowA flower stand there
As stars it glisten'd,As eyes 'twas fair.I sought to pluck it,--It gently said:
"Shall I be gather'dOnly to fade?"With all its rootsI dug it with care,
The Day of Hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
Smell!
© William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
The Violet.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In truth, a violet fair.
Then came a youthful shepherdess,
And roam'd with sprightly joyousness,
And blithely woo'd
Billys 'Square Affair'
© Henry Lawson
He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.
The Glory And The Dream
© Madison Julius Cawein
There in the past I see her as of old,
Blue-eyed and hazel-haired, within a room
You'll Love Me Yet
© Robert Browning
You'll love me yet!and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.
Song Of Fellowship.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday
of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with
Lily.]
Next Year's Spring.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE bed of flowersLoosens amain,
The beauteous snowdropsDroop o'er the plain.
The crocus opensIts glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,Others, like blood.
Winter Sunrise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
It is early morning within this room; without,
Dark and damp; without and within, stillness
Waiting for day: not a sound but a listening air.
The Sky-Larks Song
© Augusta Davies Webster
WINGED voice to tell the skies of earth,
Dear earth-born lark, sing on, sing clear,
Sing into heaven that she may hear
;Sing what thou wilt, so she but know
Thine ecstasy of summer mirth
And think "'Tis from the world below!"
The Bride Of Corinth.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection
with a
friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two
great poets, to which many of their finest works are owing.]
The Wanderer.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Published in the Gottingen Musen Almanach,
having been written "to express his feelings and caprices" after
his separation from Frederica.]
Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer
© William Cowper
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
And every place is hallow'd ground.
Fairy Tale
© Boris Pasternak
Once, in times forgotten,
In a fairy place,
Through the steppe, a rider
Made his way apace.
Three Odes To My Friend.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[These three Odes are addressed to a certain
Behrisch, who was tutor to Count Lindenau, and of whom Goethe gives
an odd account at the end of the Seventh Book of his Autobiography.]
