Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Poems
May Song. How fair doth Nature
Symbols. Palm Sunday at the Vatican
They celebrate with palms;
To A Golden Heart That He Wore Round His Neck. Oh thou token loved of joys now perish'd
That I still wear from my neck suspended,
The Pariah's Thanks. Mighty Brama, now I'll bless thee!
'Tis from thee that worlds proceed!
Timur Name. - Book Of Timur. The Winter And Timur. So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Over all his breath so icy,
The Same. Hush'd on the hill
Is the breeze;
The Spring Oracle. Oh prophetic bird so bright,
Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight!
In the fairest time of year,
She Cannot End. When unto thee I sent the page all white,
Instead of first thereon inscribing aught,
The Freebooter, No door has my house,
No house has my door;
Swiss Song, Up in th' mountain
I was a-sitting,
With the bird there
To Father* Kronos. Hasten thee, Kronos!
On with clattering trot
Downhill goeth thy path;
With A Painted Ribbon. Little leaves and flow'rets too,
Scatter we with gentle hand,
To The Kind Reader. No one talks more than a Poet;
Fain he'd have the people know it.
Hikmet Name. - Book Of Proverbs. Call on the present day and night for nought,
Save what by yesterday was brought.
Iphigenia In Tauris. - Act The Third. SCENE I.
The Swiss Alps. Yesterday brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,
Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
Christel. My senses ofttimes are oppress'd,
Oft stagnant is my blood;
The Fox And Crane. Once two persons uninvited
Came to join my dinner table;
L'envol. Now, gentle reader, is our journey ended,
Mute is our minstrel, silent is our song;
The Bliss Of Absence. DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray
From thy loved one's eyes all day,
To The Grasshopper. AFTER ANACREON.
[The strong resemblance of this fine poem to Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect! what can be," will be at once seen.]
The Country Schoolmaster. I.
A Master of a country school
Death-lament Of The Noble Wife Of Asan Aga. What is yonder white thing in the forest?
Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be?
Were it snow, ere this it had been melted,
The Loving One Once More. Why do I o'er my paper once more bend?
Ask not too closely, dearest one, I pray
Self-deceit. My neighbour's curtain, well I see,
Is moving to and fin.
In A Word. Thus to be chain'd for ever, can I bear?
A very torment that, in truth, would be.
Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me. Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh!
He who found thee one fair morn in Spring
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Iii. Thalia. THE BURGHERS.
Thus did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
Night Thoughts. Oh, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Uschk Name. - Love's Torments Love's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
General Confession. In this noble ring to-day
Let my warning shame ye!
May. Light and silv'ry cloudlets hover
In the air, as yet scarce warm;
The Metamorphosis Of Plants. Thou art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union
Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd;
Excuse. Thou dost complain of woman for changing from one to another?
Censure her not: for she seeks one who will constant remain.
New Love, New Life. Heart! my heart! what means this feeling?
What oppresseth thee so sore?
The Exchange. The stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow,
And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow,
Like And Like. A FAIR bell-flower
Sprang tip from the ground;
Chuld Name. - Book Of Paradise. The Seven Sleepers. Six among the courtiers favour'd
Fly before the Caesar's fury,
Who would as a god be worshipp'd,
The Farewell. LET mine eye the farewell say,
That my lips can utter ne'er;
Iphigenia In Tauris. - Act The Fourth. SCENE I.
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Ix. Urania. CONCLUSION.
O ye Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Ii. Terpsichore. HERMANN.
Then when into the room the well-built son made his entry,
The Yelpers. Our rides in all directions bend,
For business or for pleasure,
The Same, Expanded. If thou wouldst live unruffled by care,
Let not the past torment thee e'er;
If any loss thou hast to rue,
The Wanderer's Storm-song. He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,
Feels no dread within his heart
At the tempest or the rain.
Sakontala. Wouldst thou the blossoms of spring, as well as the fruits of the autumn,
Wouldst thou what charms and delights, wouldst thou what plenteously, feeds,
The Stork's Vocation. The stork who worms and frogs devours
That in our ponds reside,
The Faithless Boy. There was a wooer blithe and gay,
A son of France was he,
Happiness And Vision. TOGETHER at the altar we
In vision oft were seen by thee,
From Gotz Von Berlichingen. ACT II.
LIEBETRAUT plays and sings.
Total 516 poems written by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe