All Poems
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The Spirit's Salute.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE hero's noble shade stands highOn yonder turret grey;
And as the ship is sailing by,He speeds it on his way."See with what strength these sinews thrill'd!This heart, how firm and wild!
These bones, what knightly marrow fill'd!This cup, how bright it smil'd!"Half of my life I strove and fought,And half I calmly pass'd;
And thou, oh ship with beings fraught,Sail safely to the last!"1774.
A Summer Ramble
© William Cullen Bryant
The quiet August noon has come,
A slumberous silence fills the sky,
The fields are still, the woods are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.
The Stone
© Peter McArthur
And yesterday the man passed among us unnoted!
Did his deed and went his way without boasting,
Leaving his act to steak, himself silent!
Living Remembrance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel,
Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal;
To thee they're much--I won't conceal;
Wedding Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
His grandson of whom we are telling.
The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,
Through many a triumph exalted his name,
And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,
On Seeing Mrs. ** Perform In The Character Of ****
© Oliver Goldsmith
FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,
And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.
To The Kind Reader.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Praise or blame he ever loves;
None in prose confess an error,
Yet we do so, void of terror,
Put Out My Eyes
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
The Unequal Marriage,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
EVEN this heavenly pair were unequally match'd when united:
Conflict Of Wit And Beauty
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sir Wit, who is so much esteem'd,
And who is worthy of all honour,
Saw Beauty his superior deem'd
By folks who loved to gaze upon her;
At this he was most sorely vex'd.
At Midnight Hour.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation
he was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this
sweet song, which was "the dearer to him because he could not say
whence it came and whither it would."]
Sonnet V
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,
When the miserly press of each day's need
The Happy Couple.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AFTER these vernal rainsThat we so warmly sought,
Dear wife, see how our plainsWith blessings sweet are fraught!
We cast our distant gazeFar in the misty blue;
Here gentle love still strays,Here dwells still rapture true.Thou seest whither goYon pair of pigeons white,
Durer: Innsbruck, 1495
© James Phillip McAuley
I had often, cowled in the slumbrous heavy air,
Closed my inanimate lids to find it real,
As I knew it would be, the colourful spires
And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back
Declaration Of War.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OH, would I resembledThe country girls fair,
Who rosy-red ribbonsAnd yellow hats wear!To believe I was prettyI thought was allow'd;
In the town I believed itWhen by the youth vow'd.Now that Spring hath return'd,All my joys disappear;
The girls of the countryHave lured him from here.To change dress and figure,Was needful I found,
A Song Of Christmas
© Katharine Tynan
THE Christmas moon shines clear and right;
There were poor travellers such a night
Had neither fire nor candle-light.
The Garlands.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer
for laurel
May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us;
Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting
Killed In Action
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
MY father lived his three-score years; my son lived twenty-two;
One looked long back on work well done, and one had all to do--
Yet which the better served his world, I know not, nor do you!
To The Rising Full Moon.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Dornburg, 25th August, 1828.WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee,Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,Thou art hidden from mine eye.Yet my sadness thou well knowest,Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest,Though my loved one may be far.Upward mount then! clearer, milder,Robed in splendour far more bright!
Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,Fraught with rapture is the night!1828.
