All Poems
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The Soldier's Consolation.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No! in truth there's here no lack:
White the bread, the maidens black!
To another town, next night:
Black the bread, the maidens white!
Sonnet 11
© Richard Barnfield
Sighing, and sadly sitting by my loue,
He askt the cause of my hearts sorrowing,
Rinaldo.*
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick
of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part
of Rinaldo.--See the Annalen.]
How A Fair One No Hope To His Highness Accorded
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: The people across the brine
Are exceedingly strong on Auld Lang Syne,
But they're lost in the push when they strike a gang
That is strong on American new line slang!
The Stork's Vocation.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE stork who worms and frogs devoursThat in our ponds reside,
Why should he dwell on high church-towers,With which he's not allied?Incessantly he chatters there,And gives our ears no rest;
But neither old nor young can dareTo drive him from his nest.I humbly ask it,--how can heGive of his title proof,
Save by his happy tendencyTo soil the church's roof?
The Meeting Of The Dryads
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT was not many centuries since,
When, gathered on the moonlit green,
Beneath the Tree of Liberty,
A ring of weeping sprites was seen.
The Reckoning.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LEADER.LET no cares now hover o'er usLet the wine unsparing run!
Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?Hast thou all thy duty done?SOLO.Two young folks--the thing is curious--Loved each other; yesterday
Both quite mild, to-day quite furious,Next day, quite the deuce to pay!
If her neck she there was stooping,He must here needs pull his hair.
Seddon
© George Essex Evans
Nature, that builds great minds for mighty tasks,
Sculptured his frame to match the soul within;
Taught him how wisdom wields the power it asks;
For each new conquest set him more to win.
Constancy In Change.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thank the mould within thy heart,
That the Muses' favour blest
Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart.
The Coy One.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONE Spring-morning bright and fair,Roam'd a shepherdess and sang;
Young and beauteous, free from care,Through the fields her clear notes rang:
So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c.Of his lambs some two or threeThyrsis offer'd for a kiss;
First she eyed him roguishly,Then for answer sang but this:
The German Parnassus.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
With her modest pinions, see,
Philomel encircles me!
In these bushes, in yon grove,
Effects At A Distance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
On my table's edge."
Each nerve the nimble boy straineth,
And the end of the castle soon gaineth.
The Bride of a Year
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
She stands in front of her mirror
With bright and joyous air,
The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This Ballad is introduced in the Wanderjahre,
in a tale called The Foolish Pilgrim.]WHENCE comes our friend so hastily,When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?
Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,In yonder holy spot to pray?
The brook appears to hem his path,Would he barefooted o'er it go?
The Death Of The Fly
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITH eagerness he drinks the treach'rous potion,Nor stops to rest, by the first taste misled;
Sweet is the draught, but soon all power of motionHe finds has from his tender members fled;
No longer has he strength to plume his wing,
No longer strength to raise his head, poor thing!
Rondel - I
© Sir Henry Newbolt
(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)
Though I wander far-off ways,
Dearest, never doubt thou me:
