Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

DRINK, oh youth, joy’s purest ray From thy loved one’s eyes all day, And her image paint at night! Better […]

THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, […]

I HAD a fellow as my guest, Not knowing he was such a pest, And gave him just my usual […]

[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only One remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed […]

As a fisher-boy I fared To the black rock in the sea, And, while false gifts I prepared. Listen’d and […]

I FEEL that I’m possess’d of nought, Saving the free unfetterd thought Which from my bosom seeks to flow, And […]

OUR rides in all directions bend, For business or for pleasure, Yet yelpings on our steps attend, And barkings without […]

THUS to be chain’d for ever, can I bear? A very torment that, in truth, would be. This very day […]

LEADER. LET no cares now hover o’er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast […]

THE INDIFFERENT. COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well […]

ALL things give token of thee! As soon as the bright sun is shining, Thou too wilt follow, I trust. […]

AT first awhile sits he, With calm, unruffled brow; His features then I see, Distorted hideously, An owl’s they might […]

“THE mountain village was destroy’d; But see how soon is fill’d the void! Shingles and boards, as by magic arise, […]

My maiden she proved false to me; To hate all joys I soon began, Then to a flowing stream I […]

– Poet’s art is ever able To endow with truth mere fable. MIGNON. [This universally known poem is also to […]

I. A MASTER of a country school Jump’d up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to […]

COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles’ heads, Disport with […]

LEAVE we the pedants to quarrel and strive, Rigid and cautious the teachers to be! All of the wisest men […]

THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he, Who in his arms for many a […]

[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, On the occasion of the departure for France of the hereditary prince, Who […]