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The Bliss Of Absence.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,
Welcome And Farewell.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,A tow'ring giant in his size,
Ganymede.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
How, in the light of morning,
Round me thou glowest,
Spring, thou beloved one!
With thousand-varying loving bliss
Can't Frighten Them
© Edgar Albert Guest
This is the way to take your woes,
Just grin and bear 'em,
Since everybody round here knows
A frown won't scare 'em.
To His Coy One.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
SEEST thou yon smiling Orange?
Upon the tree still hangs it;
Already March bath vanish'd,
And new-born flow'rs are shooting.
The Muses Threnodie: Ninth Muse
© Henry Adamson
What could there more be done, let any say,
Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?
Valediction.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And folks revile us ne'er.
Don't call us names, then, please!"--
At length I meet with ease,
At Cheshire Cheese
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When first of wise old Johnson taught,
My youthful mind its homage brought,
And made the pond'rous crusty sage
The object of a noble rage.
The First Walpurgis-night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Would ye, then, so rashly act?
Would ye instant death attract?
Know ye not the cruel threats
General Confession.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In this noble ring to-dayLet my warning shame ye!
Listen to my solemn voice,--Seldom does it name ye.
Many a thing have ye intended,Many a thing have badly ended,
And now I must blame ye.At some moment in our livesWe must all repent us!
A Confession
© Agnes Louise Storrie
You did not know, - how could you, dear, -
How much you stood for? Life in you
Longing.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT pulls at my heart so?What tells me to roam?
What drags me and lures meFrom chamber and home?
How round the cliffs gatherThe clouds high in air!
I fain would go thither,I fain would be there!The sociable flightOf the ravens comes back;
The Silent Muse
© Alfred Austin
``Why have you silent been so long?''
In tones of mild rebuke you ask.
Know you not, kindly friend, that Song
Is the ``Gay Science,'' not a task?
Joy And Sorrow.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As a fisher-boy I faredTo the black rock in the sea,
And, while false gifts I prepared.Listen'd and sang merrily,
Down descended the decoy,Soon a fish attack'd the bait;
One exultant shout of joy,--And the fish was captured straight.Ah! on shore, and to the woodPast the cliffs, o'er stock and stone,
Part of a Legacy by Frank Steele: American Life in Poetry #158 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
Putting bed pillows onto the grass to freshen, it's a pretty humble subject for a poem, but look how Kentucky poet, Frank Steele, deftly uses a sun-warmed pillow to bring back the comfort and security of childhood.
Part of a Legacy
The Wanderer's Night-song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THOU who comest from on high,Who all woes and sorrows stillest,
Who, for twofold misery,Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,
Would this constant strife would cease!What are pain and rapture now?
Blissful Peace,To my bosom hasten thou!1789.*
