All Poems
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Wont And Done.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I then was the servant of
all:
By this creature so charming I now am fast bound,
To love and love's guerdon she turns all around,
Address to Emperor Frederic II.
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Fain (could it be) would I a home obtain,
And warm me by a hearth-side of my own.
The Country Schoolmaster.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"I feel new life in every limb!"
Our traveller cried in ecstasy.
"Who art thou who thus gladden'st me?
May Heaven such blessings ever send!
Ne'er may I want a jovial friend!"
Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down
© Madison Julius Cawein
John-a-Dreams and Harum-Scarum
Came a-riding into town:
At the Sign o' the Jug-and-Jorum
There they met with Low-lie-down.
Sow
© Sylvia Plath
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed
His great sow:
Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
© Siegfried Sassoon
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
And I remember things I'd best forget.
The Consecrated Spot.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled,Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret descending,
Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,Here doth he watch their silent dances' mysterious measure.
All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beautyEver hath brought into life, the dreamer awake sees before him;
All he repeats to the Muses, and lest the gods should be anger'd,How to tell of secrets discreetly, the Muses instruct him. 1789.*
To Charles Eliot Norton
© James Russell Lowell
The wind is roistering out of doors,
My windows shake and my chimney roars;
My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me,
As of old, in their moody, minor key,
And out of the past the hoarse wind blows,
As I sit in my arm-chair, and toast my toes.
The Way To Behave.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THOUGH tempers are bad and peevish folks swear,
Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, ne'er;
And let not the fancies of women so fair
E'er serve thy pleasure in life to impair.
I Was Sick And In Prison
© Jones Very
Thou hast not left the rough-barked tree to grow
Without a mate upon the river's bank;
Iii. The Pariah's Thanks.
© 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 thousand ears thou keepestOpen to each child of earth;
We, 'mongst mortals sunk the deepest,Have from thee received new birth.Bear in mind the woman's story,Who, through grief, divine became;
Now I'll wait to view His glory,Who omnipotence can claim. 1821.
A Promise. "In the dark, lonely night"
© Frances Anne Kemble
In the dark, lonely night,
When sleep and silence keep their watch o'er men;
Rules For Monarchs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
Distichs.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHO is the happiest of men? He who values the merits
of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own.
The Sky Watcher
© William Wilfred Campbell
Black rolls the phantom chimney-smoke
Beneath the wintry moon;
