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| 5171. | PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | I have taken advantage of the publication of a Second Edition
of my translation of the Poems of Goethe (originally published in
1853), to add to t... |
| 5172. | DEPARTURE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | WITH many a thousand kiss not yet content,
At length with One kiss I was forced to go;
After that bitter parting's depth of woe,
I deem'd the s... |
| 5173. | THE DROPS OF NECTAR. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | Artist, fashion! talk not long!
Be a breath thine only song!
THE DROPS OF NECTAR.
WHEN Minerva, to give pleasure
To Prometheus, her well-loved... |
| 5174. | APPARENT DEATH. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove:
A... |
| 5175. | EXPLANATION OF AN ANTIQUE GEM, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts high
Within a beauteous garden;
And see, a goat is sitting by.
As if he were its warden.
But oh, Quirites, h... |
| 5176. | WITH A PAINTED RIBBON. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | LITTLE leaves and flow'rets too,
Scatter we with gentle hand,
Kind young spring-gods to the view,
Sporting on an airy band.
Zephyr, bear it ... |
| 5177. | PRESERVATION. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | My maiden she proved false to me;
To hate all joys I soon began,
Then to a flowing stream I ran,--
The stream ran past me hastily.
There sto... |
| 5178. | THE SPRING ORACLE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | OH prophetic bird so bright,
Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight!
In the fairest time of year,
Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear
What a youthful pair wou... |
| 5179. | ORIGINAL PREFACE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a
work of the character of that indicated by the title-page to the
present volume; f... |
| 5180. | LOVE AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | ON a rocky peak once sat I early,
Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;
Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,
All things round, and all ab... |
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