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March.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The time is absent still,
When all Spring's beauteous flowers,
When all Spring's beauteous flowers

He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.

The Brethren.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

SLUMBER and Sleep, two brethren ordain'd by the gods to their
service,

Dusk

© Gabriela Mistral

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.

Epitaph.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

As a boy, reserved and naughty;
As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;
As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind.--
Upon thy grave will people read:
This was a very man, indeed!

The Glory And The Dream

© Madison Julius Cawein

There in the past I see her as of old,

Blue-eyed and hazel-haired, within a room

Night Thoughts.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,

Seeking

© Mathilde Blind

In many a shape and fleeting apparition,
Sublime in age or with clear morning eyes,
Ever I seek thee, tantalising Vision,
Which beckoning flies.

New Love, New Life.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I acknowledge thee no more.
Fled is all that gave thee gladness,
Fled the cause of all thy sadness,

Sur La Mort D'Une Jeune Fille

© Evariste Desire de Forges Parny

Son age echappait a l'enfance;

Riante comme l'innocence,

A Symbol.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(This fine poem is given by Goethe amongst a
small collection of what he calls Loge (Lodge), meaning thereby
Masonic pieces.)

Musings

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I sat by my window one night,
And watched how the stars grew high;
And the earth and skies were a splendid sight
To a sober and musing eye.

Enniskillen

Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,

When Danny rode in the Hunters Plate

Comfort In Tears.

How happens it that thou art sad,While happy all appear?
Thine eye proclaims too well that thouHast wept full many a tear."If I have wept in solitude,None other shares my grief,
And tears to me sweet balsam are,And give my heart relief."Thy happy friends invite thee now,--Oh come, then, to our breast!
And let the loss thou hast sustain'dBe there to us confess'd!"Ye shout, torment me, knowing notWhat 'tis afflicteth me;

At Burgos

Miraculous silver-work in stone
Against the blue miraculous skies,
The belfry towers and turrets rise
Out of the arches that enthrone
That airy wonder of the skies.