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| 5151. | RECIPROCAL INVITATION TO THE DANCE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | THE INDIFFERENT.
COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
If thou my sweetheart art not,... |
| 5152. | PHOEBUS AND HERMES. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one,
Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain.
Hermes the lyre demanded, t... |
| 5153. | NEXT YEAR'S SPRING. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | THE bed of flowers
Loosens amain,
The beauteous snowdrops
Droop o'er the plain.
The crocus opens
Its glowing bud,
Like emeralds others,
... |
| 5154. | SONG OF FELLOWSHIP. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | [Written and sung in honour of the birthday
of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with
Lily.]
IN ev'ry hour of joy
Th... |
| 5155. | THE PAGE AND THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | PAGE.
WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller's daughter so fair!
Thy name, pray?--
MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
'Tis
Lizzy.
PAGE.
Where goest thou? ... |
| 5156. | EPITAPH. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | As a boy, reserved and naughty;
As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;
As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind.--
Upon thy grave... |
| 5157. | LOVER IN ALL SHAPES. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick... |
| 5158. | THE GOLDSMITH'S APPRENTICE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | My neighbour, none can e'er deny,
Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,
When working at my trade.
To ring and chain I hamm... |
| 5159. | GIPSY SONG. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd,
In the Winter night, in the forest wild,
I heard the wolves with their ravenous howl,
I heard the ... |
| 5160. | PETITION. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | OH thou sweet maiden fair,
Thou with the raven hair,
Why to the window go?
While gazing down below,
Art standing vainly there?
Oh, if thou ... |
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