Poems begining by T
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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.
The Glimpse
© George Herbert
Whither away, Delight?
Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
And give me up to night?
For many weeks of lingring pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?
To My Sister
© Forough Farrokhzad
Sister, rise up after your freedom,
why are you quiet?
rise up because henceforth
you have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.
The Spirit's Salute.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE hero's noble shade stands highOn yonder turret grey;
And as the ship is sailing by,He speeds it on his way."See with what strength these sinews thrill'd!This heart, how firm and wild!
These bones, what knightly marrow fill'd!This cup, how bright it smil'd!"Half of my life I strove and fought,And half I calmly pass'd;
And thou, oh ship with beings fraught,Sail safely to the last!"1774.
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!
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,
The Unequal Marriage,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
EVEN this heavenly pair were unequally match'd when united:
The Happy Couple.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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,
The Garlands.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer
for laurel
May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us;
Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting
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.
The Bliss Of Absence.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,
To His Coy One.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
SEEST thou yon smiling Orange?
Upon the tree still hangs it;
Already March bath vanish'd,
And new-born flow'rs are shooting.
The Muses Threnodie: Ninth Muse
© Henry Adamson
What could there more be done, let any say,
Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?
The First Walpurgis-night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Would ye, then, so rashly act?
Would ye instant death attract?
Know ye not the cruel threats
The Silent Muse
© Alfred Austin
``Why have you silent been so long?''
In tones of mild rebuke you ask.
Know you not, kindly friend, that Song
Is the ``Gay Science,'' not a task?
The Wanderer's Night-song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THOU who comest from on high,Who all woes and sorrows stillest,
Who, for twofold misery,Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,
Would this constant strife would cease!What are pain and rapture now?
Blissful Peace,To my bosom hasten thou!1789.*
To Mignon.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OVER vale and torrent far
Rolls along the sun's bright car.
Ah! he wakens in his course
The Remembrance Of The Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE remembrance of the Good
Keep us ever glad in mood.
