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Dabodi

© Mao Zedong

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet -
Who is dancing, waving this coloured ribbon against the sky?
The sun returns slanting after the rain
And hill and pass grow a deeper blue.

Coptic Song.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Smile, nod, and join in the chorus with me:
"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--

Departed Days

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Yes, dear departed, cherished days,

Could Memory's hand restore

Different Emotions On The Same Spot.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Oh heavenly sight!
He's coming to meet me;
Perplex'd, I retreat me,

Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day

© Robert Bloomfield

'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._

[Probably addressed to his mistress Frederica.]LET mine eye the farewell say,That my lips can utter ne'er;
Fain I'd be a man to-day,Yet 'tis hard, oh, hard to bear!Mournful in an hour like thisIs love's sweetest pledge, I ween;
Cold upon thy mouth the kiss,Faint thy fingers' pressure e'en.Oh what rapture to my heartUsed each stolen kiss to bring!
As the violets joy impart,Gather'd in the early spring.Now no garlands I entwine,Now no roses pluck. for thee,

Sound, Sweet Song.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.

After Many Days

© Robert Fuller Murray

The mist hangs round the College tower,
The ghostly street
Is silent at this midnight hour,
Save for my feet.

The Boundaries Of Humanity.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Small is the ring
Enclosing our life,
And whole generations
Link themselves firmly
On to existence's
Chain never-ending.

On The Five Senses

© Jonathan Swift

All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind;
Yet among us all no brother
Knows one tittle of the other;
We in frequent councils are,

The Metamorphosis Of Plants.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery
solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,

A Tune

© Arthur Symons

A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head

As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky.

The King Of Thule.*

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(* This ballad is also introduced in Faust,
where it is sung by Margaret.)IN Thule lived a monarch,Still faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying mistressA golden goblet gave.Beyond all price he deem'd it,He quaff'd it at each feast;
And, when he drain'd that goblet,His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd.And when he felt death near him,His cities o'er he told,

A Sad Song

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Rosemary, Rosemary,

There's a Pig in your garden,

The Eagle And Dove.

IN search of prey once raised his pinions
An eaglet;
A huntsman's arrow came, and reft
His right wing of all motive power.

Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Descent Into Hell.

[THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal
but faint representation, was written when Goethe was only sixteen
years old. It derives additional interest from the fact of its being
the very earliest piece of his that is preserved. The few other
pieces included by Goethe under the title of Religion and Church
are polemical, and devoid of interest to the English reader.]

Poems On Man

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
it can only find itself in changing forms.

The Bridegroom.*

(Not in the English sense of the word, but the German, where it
has the meaning of betrothed.)I SLEPT,--'twas midnight,--in my bosom woke,As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?She was away; the world's unceasing strifeFor her alone I suffer'd through the heat
Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing lifeAt cooling eve!--my guerdon was complete.The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand,His last and blissful look we greeted then;