The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres, with a Sketch of Goethe's Life. By E. A. Bowring |
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beauteous beauty Benvenuto Cellini bird blest bliss bosom breast bright charms CHORUS Clavigo clouds cuck-oo dance dear death delight dost e'en e'er ERGO BIBAMUS ev'ry eyes fain father Faust feel flowers gaze gentle give glad glow Goethe Goethe's grand duke happy hast hath heart heaven Hermann and Dorothea hither wending hour joyous kiss light Lily lips look lov'd love's maid maiden Muses ne'er neath never night nought NOVEMBER SONG o'er plac'd Poems press'd rapture rosebud round sack of Magdeburg scarcely Schiller seem'd sighs sight silent sing smile song soon sorrow Sorrows of Werther spring stars sweet tears thee Theory of Colours thine thou art thou'lt thought to-day Torquato Tasso tow'rd true truth twas vex'd wander wau wau ween Weimar wending wilt wine wouldst thou written yonder youth
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Page 33 - TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS GOETHE A STRANGER PRESUMES TO OFFER THE HOMAGE OF A LITERARY VASSAL TO HIS LIEGE LORD, THE FIRST OF EXISTING WRITERS, WHO HAS CREATED THE LITERATURE OF HIS OWN COUNTRY, AND ILLUSTRATED THAT OF EUROPE.
Page 183 - Cobold, thou shalt catch it ! I will rush upon his track ; Crashing on him falls my hatchet. Bravely done, indeed! See, he's cleft in twain ! Now from care I'm freed, And can breathe again. Woe, oh woe ! Both the parts, Quick as darts, Stand on end, Servants of my dreaded foe ! Oh, ye gods, protection send ! And they run ! and wetter still Grow the steps and grows the hall.
Page 142 - Know'st thou it well? Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, beloved one, would repair. Know'st thou the house? On columns rests its pile, Its halls are gleaming, and its chambers smile, And marble statues stand and gaze on me: "Poor child! what sorrow hath befallen thee?" Know'st thou it well? Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, protector, would repair! Know'st thou the mountain, and its cloudy bridge? The mule can scarcely find the misty ridge; In caverns dwells the dragon's olden brood,...
Page 94 - HUSH'D on the hill Is the breeze ; Scarce by the zephyr The trees Softly are press'd ; The woodbird's asleep on the bough. Wait, then, and thou Soon wilt find rest.
Page 237 - Here sit I, forming mortals After my image ; A race resembling me, To suffer, to weep, To enjoy, to be glad, And thee to scorn, As I!
Page 139 - KNOW'ST thou the land where the fair citron blows, Where the bright orange midst the foliage glows, Where soft winds greet us from the azure skies, Where silent myrtles, stately laurels rise, Know'st thou it well? Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, beloved one, would repair. Know'st thou the house? On columns rests its pile, Its halls are gleaming, and its chambers smile, And marble statues stand and gaze on me: "Poor child! what sorrow hath befallen thee?
Page 95 - When I would think of none but thee Mine eyes the moon survey ; A calm repose then steals o'er me, But how, twere hard to say. TO THE MOON. . BUSH and vale thou fill'st again With thy misty ray, And my spirit's heavy chain Castest far away. Thou dost o'er my fields extend Thy sweet soothing eye, Watching like a gentle friend, O'er my destiny.
Page 184 - ... Now from care I'm freed, And can breathe again. Woe, oh, woe ! Both the parts, Quick as darts, Stand on end, Servants of my dreaded foe ! Oh, ye gods, protection send ! And they run! and wetter still Grow the steps and grows the hall. Lord and master, hear me' call ! Ever seems the flood to fill, Ah, he's coming ! see, Great is my dismay ! Spirits raised by me Vainly would I lay! " To the side Of the room Hasten, broom, As of old ! Spirits I have ne'er untied Save to act as they are told.
Page 81 - I DRINK fresh nourishment, new blood From out this world more free; The Nature is so kind and good That to her breast clasps me! The billows toss our bark on high, And with our oars keep time, While cloudy mountains tow'rd the sky Before our progress climb. Say, mine eye, why sink'st thou down? Golden visions, are ye flown? Hence, thou dream, tho' golden-twin'd; Here, too, love and life I find.