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| 5181. | THE SPINNER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | As I calmly sat and span,
Toiling with all zeal,
Lo! a young and handsome man
Pass'd my spinning-wheel.
And he praised,--what harm was there... |
| 5182. | CAT-PIE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear
Who fathoms Nature's treasures,
The man may follow, void of fear,
Who her proportions measures.
Though fo... |
| 5183. | SUCH, SUCH IS HE WHO PLEASETH ME. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | FLY, dearest, fly! He is not nigh!
He who found thee one fair morn in Spring
In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing.
Fly, dearest, fly! H... |
| 5184. | THE MISANTHROPE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | AT first awhile sits he,
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,--
An owl's they might be now.
What is it,... |
| 5185. | APRIL. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | TELL me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking;
For ye're saying something sweet,
Fit the ravish'd ear to greet,
Eloquently, softly speaking.
Yet I ... |
| 5186. | PLAYING AT PRIESTS. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | WITHIN a town where parity
According to old form we see,--
That is to say, where Catholic
And Protestant no quarrels pick,
And where, as in his fa... |
| 5187. | PREMATURE SPRING. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | DAYS full of rapture,
Are ye renew'd ?--
Smile in the sunlight
Mountain and wood?
Streams richer laden
Flow through the dale,
Are these ... |
| 5188. | PRESENCE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | ALL things give token of thee!
As soon as the bright sun is shining,
Thou too wilt follow, I trust.
When in the garden thou walk'st,
Thou then a... |
| 5189. | EPIPHANIAS. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | THE three holy kings with their star's bright ray,--
They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay;
They like to eat and drink away,
They eat and... |
| 5190. | THE SHEPHERD'S LAMENT. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | ON yonder lofty mountain
A thousand times I stand,
And on my staff reclining,
Look down on the smiling land.
My grazing flocks then I follow... |
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