Sad poems
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The German Parnassus.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
With her modest pinions, see,
Philomel encircles me!
In these bushes, in yon grove,
Trilogy of Passion: II. ELEGY.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT hope of once more meeting is there now
In the still-closed blossoms of this day?
Both heaven and hell thrown open seest thou;
What wav'ring thoughts within the bosom play
No longer doubt! Descending from the sky,
She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high.
Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked
© Sir Philip Sidney
Muses, I oft invoked your hold aid,
With choicest flow'rs my speech t'engarland so
That it, despis'd in true by naked show,
Might win some grace in your sweet grace array'd.
On The New Year
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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What we sing in company
Soon from heart to heart will fly.
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Thou hast flashed on my sight,
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Thou hast flashed on my sight,
Like a spirit of love,
Death-lament Of The Noble Wife Of Asan Aga.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Scarcely had the Cadi read this letter,
Than he gather'd all his Suatians round him,
And then tow'rd the bride his course directed,
And the veil she ask'd for, took he with him.
Blindman's Buff.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,
To William Theodore Peters On His Renaissance Cloak
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
The cherry-coloured velvet of your cloak
Time hath not soiled: its fair embroideries
Dulce Tortura With Transalation
© Alfonsina Storni
Polvo de oro en tus manos fue mi melancolía;
Sobre tus manos largas desparramé mi vida;
Mis dulzuras quedaron a tus manos prendidas;
Ahora soy un ánfora de perfumes vacía.
The Old Survey
© Anonymous
Our money's all spent, to the deuce it went!
The landlord, he looks glum;
To The Rising Full Moon.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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.
Ode To The Departing Year
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!
Restless Love.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!
New Love, New Life.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I acknowledge thee no more.
Fled is all that gave thee gladness,
Fled the cause of all thy sadness,
Untitled 4
© Owen Suffolk
Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know,
And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go;
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.]
Fairy Tale
© Boris Pasternak
Once, in times forgotten,
In a fairy place,
Through the steppe, a rider
Made his way apace.
We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters
© George Gordon Byron
I.
We sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
