Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

ON Petrarch’s heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be […]

[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation He was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this Sweet […]

SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To […]

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between pasture and tree, Where’s my sweetheart Tell it me! Sweetheart caught […]

(* This ballad is also introduced in Faust, Where it is sung by Margaret.) IN Thule lived a monarch, Still […]

SMOOTHLY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover’d; Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones […]

WHEN Diogenes quietly sunn’d himself in his barrel, When Calanus with joy leapt in the flame-breathing grave, Oh, what noble […]

EROS, what mean’st thou by this? In each of thine hands is an Hourglass! What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold […]

Now I leave this cottage lowly, Where my love hath made her home, And with silent footstep slowly Through the […]

YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks Of my loved one, Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons […]