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The Youth And The Millstream.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The
Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a
visit paid by Goethe to Switzerland. The Maid of the Mill's Treachery,
to which the latter forms the sequel, was not written till the following
year.]
The Goblet.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,--
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.
Time And The Lady
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding,
The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair.
The Fool's Epilogue.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MANY good works I've done and ended,
Ye take the praise--I'm not offended;
For in the world, I've always thought
Each thing its true position hath sought.
The God And The Bayadere.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This very fine Ballad was also first given in the Horen.]
(MAHADEVA is one of the numerous names of Seeva, the destroyer,--
the great god of the Brahmins.)
The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe A
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be,
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure
When straight from Dreamland came a dwarf, and he
Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure.
To Lida.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Far from thee, in life's turmoils nought I see
Save a thin veil, through which thy form I view,
As though in clouds; with kindly smile and true,
To Mr Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Prince
© Charles Sackville
Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare,
For, read it backward like a witch's prayer,
The Magic Net.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ere the net is noticed by us,
Is a happier one imprison'd,
Whom we, one and all, together
Greet with envy and with blessings.
The Morning of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
O! The spring-time of life is the season of blooming,
And the morning of love is the season of joy;
To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
© Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys
These doth one call, those doth another, fairest
The New Amor.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche,
Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured;
There he espied a goddess, the fairest amongst the immortals,--
Venus Urania she,--straight was his passion inflamed.
Two Sunsets
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
The Exchange.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.
Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing;
A second draws nigh, its caresses bestowing,--
The Freebooter,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No door has my house,No house has my door;
And in and out everI carry my store.No grate has my kitchen,No kitchen my grate;
Yet roasts it and boils itBoth early and late.My bed has no trestles,My trestles no bed;
Yet merrier momentsNo mortal e'er led.My cellar is lofty,My barn is full deep,
The Petition
© James Russell Lowell
Oh, tell me less or tell me more,
Soft eyes with mystery at the core,
That always seem to melt my own
Frankly as pansies fully grown,
Yet waver still 'tween no and yes!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : The Theologian's Tale; The Legend Beautiful
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Straightway to his feet he started,
And with longing look intent
On the Blessed Vision bent,
Slowly from his cell departed,
Slowly on his errand went.
The Measure of Beauty
© Thomas Campion
Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she.
