Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

FAR explore the mountain hollow, High in air the clouds then follow! To each brook and vale the Muse Thousand […]

In this noble ring to-day Let my warning shame ye! Listen to my solemn voice, Seldom does it name ye. […]

Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, ‘Gainst five sisters fair […]

FOR a praiseworthy object we’re now gather’d here, So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS! Tho’ talk may be hush’d, yet the […]

WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white, Instead of first thereon inscribing aught, The space thou doubtless filledst […]

[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in His Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical Effusions used […]

FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten’d. Yet I had the […]

OH thou sweet maiden fair, Thou with the raven hair, Why to the window go? While gazing down below, Art […]

I ONCE was fond of fools, And bid them come each day; Then each one brought his tools The carpenter […]

ONE Spring-morning bright and fair, Roam’d a shepherdess and sang; Young and beauteous, free from care, Through the fields her […]

WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell, Oft shallow is its sluggish flood; Then, when thy fields thou tendest […]

ONCE through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent. I saw i’ the shadow […]

I AM now, what joy to hear it! Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev’ry spirit Do whate’er […]

MY mistress, where sits she? What is it that charms? The absent she’s rocking, Held fast in her arms. In […]

[Written on the occasion of Goethe’s starting With his friend Passavant on a Swiss Tour.] I DRINK fresh nourishment, new […]

IF the loved one, the well-known one, Should return as he departed, On his lips would ring my kisses, Though […]

WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see, That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no […]

WOULDST thou the blossoms of spring, as well as the fruits of The autumn, Wouldst thou what charms and delights, […]

Dornburg, 25th August, 1828. WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee, […]

WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, […]