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When Nobody Listens

© Franklin Pierce Adams

_At not at all infrequent spells
I hear--and so do you--
The tales that everybody tells
And no one listens to._

The Vanity of Human Wishes: The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated by Samuel Johnson

© Samuel Johnson

Yet still the gen'ral Cry the Skies assails
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Care,
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir.

Daphne to Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis

© Matthew Prior

Daphne aside]
This care is for himself as pure as death;
One mile has put the fellow out of breath:
He'll never go, I'll lead him th' other round;
Washy he is, perhaps not over sound.

The Sea-voyage.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;
Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,
Pledging me to patience and to courage,
In the haven.

True Enjoyment.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To join the angelic choir above,
In heaven's bright mansions to abide,--
No diff'rence at the change thoult prove.

Idyll.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And dances' soft measure,
With rapture commingled
And sweet choral song.

A Summer Ramble

© William Cullen Bryant

The quiet August noon has come,
A slumberous silence fills the sky,
The fields are still, the woods are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

The Stone

© Peter McArthur

And yesterday the man passed among us unnoted!
Did his deed and went his way without boasting,
Leaving his act to steak, himself silent!

Living Remembrance.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel,
Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal;
To thee they're much--I won't conceal;

On Seeing Mrs. Perform In The Character Of **

© Oliver Goldsmith

FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,

And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.

To The Kind Reader.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Praise or blame he ever loves;
None in prose confess an error,
Yet we do so, void of terror,

Conflict Of Wit And Beauty

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sir Wit, who is so much esteem'd,
And who is worthy of all honour,
Saw Beauty his superior deem'd
By folks who loved to gaze upon her;
At this he was most sorely vex'd.

[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation
he was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this
sweet song, which was "the dearer to him because he could not say
whence it came and whither it would."]

The Happy Couple.

AFTER these vernal rainsThat we so warmly sought,
Dear wife, see how our plainsWith blessings sweet are fraught!
We cast our distant gazeFar in the misty blue;
Here gentle love still strays,Here dwells still rapture true.Thou seest whither goYon pair of pigeons white,

Killed In Action

MY father lived his three-score years; my son lived twenty-two;
One looked long back on work well done, and one had all to do--
Yet which the better served his world, I know not, nor do you!

To The Rising Full Moon.

Dornburg, 25th August, 1828.WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee,Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,Thou art hidden from mine eye.Yet my sadness thou well knowest,Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest,Though my loved one may be far.Upward mount then! clearer, milder,Robed in splendour far more bright!
Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,Fraught with rapture is the night!1828.

The Bliss Of Absence.

And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,

Welcome And Farewell.

[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,A tow'ring giant in his size,