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Presence.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ALL things give token of thee!
As soon as the bright sun is shining,
Thou too wilt follow, I trust.

The Orphan Boy's Tale

© Amelia Opie

Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.

Night. RIBERA'S bedroom. RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown,
seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from
an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands
irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father,
watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes,
and then knocks.

Original Preface.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In addition to those portions of Goethe's poetical works which
are given in this complete form, specimens of the different other
classes of them, such as the Epigrams, Elegies, &c., are added,
as well as a collection of the various Songs found in his Plays,
making a total number of about 400 Poems, embraced in the present
volume.

To Charlotte.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

'MIDST the noise of merriment and glee,'Midst full many a sorrow, many a care,
Charlotte, I remember, we remember thee,How, at evening's hour so fair,
Thou a kindly hand didst reach us,When thou, in some happy placeWhere more fair is Nature s face,Many a lightly-hidden trace
Of a spirit loved didst teach us.Well 'tis that thy worth I rightly knew,--That I, in the hour when first we met,While the first impression fill'd me yet,

Lines

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,
With burning thoughts that wooed the light,
The scornful world hath passed him by,
And left him lonelier than the night.

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.

General Confession.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In this noble ring to-dayLet my warning shame ye!
Listen to my solemn voice,--Seldom does it name ye.
Many a thing have ye intended,Many a thing have badly ended,
And now I must blame ye.At some moment in our livesWe must all repent us!

Growth.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

O'ER field and plain, in childhood's artless days,

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!

Requirement

© John Greenleaf Whittier

We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave

Of text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,

Vanitas! Vanitatum Vanitas!

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Hurrah!
Then he who would be a comrade of mine
Must rattle his glass, and in chorus combine,
Over these dregs of wine.

The Metamorphosis Of Plants.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery
solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,

Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Descent Into Hell.

[THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal
but faint representation, was written when Goethe was only sixteen
years old. It derives additional interest from the fact of its being
the very earliest piece of his that is preserved. The few other
pieces included by Goethe under the title of Religion and Church
are polemical, and devoid of interest to the English reader.]

The Bridegroom.*

(Not in the English sense of the word, but the German, where it
has the meaning of betrothed.)I SLEPT,--'twas midnight,--in my bosom woke,As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?She was away; the world's unceasing strifeFor her alone I suffer'd through the heat
Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing lifeAt cooling eve!--my guerdon was complete.The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand,His last and blissful look we greeted then;

Prometheus.

Didst thou e'er fancy
That life I should learn to hate,
And fly to deserts,
Because not all
My blossoming dreams grew ripe?

Rhymed Distichs.

RHYMED DISTICHS.[The Distichs, of which these are given as a
specimen, are about forty in number.]WHO trusts in God,
Fears not His rod.THIS truth may be by all believed:
Whom God deceives, is well deceived.HOW? when? and where?--No answer comes from high;