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| 5201. | RECIPROCAL. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | MY mistress, where sits she?
What is it that charms?
The absent she's rocking,
Held fast in her arms.
In pretty cage prison'd
She holds a... |
| 5202. | A PARABLE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand, I found
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.... |
| 5203. | I. THE PARIAH'S PRAYER by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | DREADED Brama, lord of might!
All proceed from thee alone;
Thou art he who judgeth right!
Dost thou none but Brahmins own?
Do but Rajahs come ... |
| 5204. | THE FOOL'S EPILOGUE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | MANY good works I've done and ended,
Ye take the praise--I'm not offended;
For in the world, I've always thought
Each thing its true position hath ... |
| 5205. | GENIAL IMPULSE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | THUS roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes,
Now serious am, now seek to please;
Now love and hate in turn one sees;
The motives n... |
| 5206. | Trilogy of Passion: I. TO WERTHER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | [This poem, written at the age of seventy-five, was appended to
an edition of 'Werther,' published at that time.]
ONCE more, then, much-wept shado... |
| 5207. | PAULO POST FUTURI. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | WEEP ye not, ye children dear,
That as yet ye are unborn:
For each sorrow and each tear
Makes the father's heart to mourn.
Patient be a shor... |
| 5208. | THE EPOCHS. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before,
In flaming letters written, was impress d
GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd,
Is this year's... |
| 5209. | ROYAL PRAYER. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | HA, I am the lord of earth! The noble,
Who're in my service, love me.
Ha, I am the lord of earth! The noble,
O'er whom my sway extendeth, love ... |
| 5210. | III. THE PARIAH'S THANKS. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | MIGHTY Brama, now I'll bless thee!
'Tis from thee that worlds proceed!
As my ruler I confess thee,
For of all thou takest heed.
All thy thou... |
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