Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I Picked a rustic nosegay lately, And bore it homewards, musing greatly; When, heated by my hand, I found

A plan the Muses entertain'd Methodically to impart To Psyche the poetic art;

The mason's trade        Observe them well, Resembles life,        And watch them revealing With all its strife,        How solemn feeling

Wherefore ever ramble on? For the Good is lying near, Fortune learn to seize alone,

WHEN the vine again is blowing, Then the wine moves in the cask; When the rose again is glowing,

Here where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard, Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals

Why pacest thou, my neighbour fair, The garden all alone? If house and land thou seek'st to guard,

Go! obedient to my call, Turn to profit thy young days, Wiser make betimes thy breast

THE LADY. IN the small and great world too, What most charms a woman's heart?

WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love; He died of nothing by mere chance was slain. But is he really dead? oh, that I cannot prove:

Tell me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking; For ye're saying something sweet, Fit the ravish'd ear to greet,

Artist, fashion! talk not long! Be a breath thine only song!

Modest men must needs endure, And the bold must humbly bow; Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,

At midnight hour I went, not willingly, A little, little boy, yon churchyard past, To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high

Over the meadows, and down the stream, And through the garden-walks straying, He plucks the flowers that fairest seem;

Flourish greener, as ye clamber, Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber, Up the trellis'd vine on high!

Oh, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one! We children are here in the hall all alone, The portals we straightway will bar.

The father's name ye ne'er shall be told Of my darling unborn life; "Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!"

OH, my Theresa dear! Thine eyes, I greatly fear, Can through the bandage see!

TALISMANS. God is of the east possess'd, God is ruler of the west;

To the grave one day from a house they bore A maiden; To the window the citizens went to explore;

Flow on, ye lays so loved, so fair, On to Oblivion's ocean flow! May no rapt boy recall you e'er,

When by the broad stream thou dost dwell, Oft shallow is its sluggish flood; Then, when thy fields thou tendest well,

Silence deep rules o'er the waters, Calmly slumb'ring lies the main, While the sailor views with trouble

The flowers so carefully rear'd, In a garland for him I oft twin'd: How sweet have they ever appear'd,

On bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state, Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone,

Two words there 'are, both short, of beauty rare, Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame, But which with clearness never can proclaim

Christ is arisen! Mortal, all hail! Thou, of Earth's prison

Vanish, dark clouds on high, Offspring of night! Let a more radiant beam

My senses ofttimes are oppress'd, Oft stagnant is my blood; But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,

Or beasts there have been chosen four To come to Paradise, And there with saints for evermore

Six among the courtiers favour'd Fly before the Caesar's fury, Who would as a god be worshipp'd,

How happens it that thou art sad, While happy all appear? Thine eye proclaims too well that thou

Could this early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour! But e'en now the humid West

Leave we the pedants to quarrel and strive, Rigid and cautious the teachers to be! All of the wisest men e'er seen alive

Carelessly over the plain away, Where by the boldest man no path Cut before thee thou canst discern,

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,

OH, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons

The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my cottage fared,

With many a thousand kiss not yet content, At length with One kiss I was forced to go; After that bitter parting's depth of woe,

THE MAIDEN. I'VE seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me!

I ONCE into a forest far My maiden went to seek, And fell upon her neck, when: "Ah!"

When by the brook his strain Cupid is fluting, And on the neighboring plain

Chords are touch'd by Apollo, the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust. -

Each road to the proper end Runs straight on, without a bend.

The queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: "With a nimble pace

Speak, ye stones, I entreat! Oh speak, ye palaces lofty! Utter a word, oh ye streets! Wilt thou not, Genius, awake? All that thy sacred walls, eternal Rome, hold within them

Farther and farther away, alas! at each moment the vessel Hastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood! Long is the track plough'd up by the keel where dolphins are sporting,

To this city joy reveal it! Peace as its first signal peal it! (Song of the Bell concluding lines.)

The three holy kings with their star's bright ray, They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay; They like to eat and drink away,

As a boy, reserved and naughty; As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty; As a man, for action inclined;

For a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here, So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS! Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the glasses ring clear,

I Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots:

Far explore the mountain hollow, High in air the clouds then follow! To each brook and vale the Muse

Thou dost complain of woman for changing from one to another? Censure her not: for she seeks one who will constant remain.

Early within his workshop here, On Sundays stands our master dear; His dirty apron he puts away,

A Young fig-tree its form lifts high Within a beauteous garden; And see, a goat is sitting by.

"Oh, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band of the Sorceress sisters.

To break one's word is pleasure-fraught, To do one's duty gives a smart; While man, alas! will promise nought,

If the loved one, the well-known one, Should return as he departed, On his lips would ring my kisses,

AH! who'll e'er those days restore, Those bright days of early love Who'll one hour again concede,

Transplant the beauteous tree! Gardener, it gives me pain; A happier resting-place

This nosegay, 'twas I dress'd it, Greets thee a thousand times! Oft stoop'd I, and caress'd it,

If to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will of destiny must be fulfilid,

The happiness that man, whilst prison'd here, Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare, The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,

Nought more accursed in war I know Than getting off scot-free; Inured to danger, on we go

ONCE through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing

Ev'ry youth for love's sweet portion sighs, Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love; Why, alas! should bitter pain arise

Hope provides wings to thought, and love to hope. Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, And say, that as on high her figure changeth,

ACT I. Clara winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg. THE drum gives the signal!

I. ARIEL. When in spring the gentle rain

Ye shadowy forms, again ye're drawing near, So wont of yore to meet my troubled gaze! Were it in vain to seek to keep you here?

ACT II. LIEBETRAUT plays and sings. His bow and dart bearing,

ACT IV. SCENE 5. SONG OF THE FATES. Ye children of mortals

If I, dearest Lily, did not love thee, How this prospect would enchant my sight! And yet if I, Lily, did not love thee,

How, in the light of morning, Round me thou glowest, Spring, thou beloved one!

In this noble ring to-day Let my warning shame ye! Listen to my solemn voice,

Thus roll I, never taking ease, My tub, like Saint Diogenes, Now serious am, now seek to please;

In the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd, In the Winter night, in the forest wild, I heard the wolves with their ravenous howl,

Who trusts in God, Fears not His rod. -

O'Er field and plain, in childhood's artless days, Thou sprang'st with me, on many a spring-morn fair. "For such a daughter, with what pleasing care,

BOOK OF HAFIS. Spirit let us bridegroom call, And the word the bride;

TOGETHER at the altar we In vision oft were seen by thee, Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.

He who with life makes sport, Can prosper never; Who rules himself in nought,

FATE AND SYMPATHY. "Ne'er have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty! Still as the grave is the town, clear'd out! I verily fancy

HERMANN. Then when into the room the well-built son made his entry, Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,

THE BURGHERS. Thus did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation, But the father continued precisely as he had begun it

MOTHER AND SON. Thus the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the mother Went in search of her son, at first in front of the dwelling

CONCLUSION. O ye Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt, Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,

THE COSMOPOLITE. But the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together, With the landlord, the worthy divine, and also the druggist,

THE AGE. When the pastor ask'd the foreign magistrate questions, What the people had suffer'd, how long from their homes they had wander'd,

DOROTHEA. As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset, Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly vanishing planet,

HERMANN AND DOROTHEA. So tow'rd the sun, now fast sinking to rest, the two walk'd together, Whilst he veil'd himself deep in clouds which thunder portended.

Call on the present day and night for nought, Save what by yesterday was brought. -

Hallo there! A glass! Ha! the draught's truly sweet If thou keepest thy shoes,

Ah, ye gods! ye great immortals In the spacious heavens above us! Would ye on this earth but give us

If wealth is gone then something is gone! Quick, make up thy mind, And fresh wealth find.

Thus to be chain'd for ever, can I bear? A very torment that, in truth, would be. This very day my new resolve shall see.

How plain and height With dewdrops are bright! How pearls have crown'd

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. IPHIGENIA.        THOAS, King of the Taurians. ORESTES.            PYLADES.            ARKAS.

SCENE I. THOAS.        ARKAS. ARKAS.

Iphigenia In Tauris. - Act The First. SCENE I. A Grove before the Temple of Diana.

SCENE I. IPHIGENIA. When the Powers on high decree

SCENE I. ORESTES.        PYLADES. ORESTES.

SCENE I. IPHIGENIA.            ORESTES. IPHIGENIA.

THE DAM BREAKS DOWN, THE ICE-PLAIN GROWLS, THE FLOODS ARISE, THE WATER HOWLS. "I'll bear thee, mother, across the swell,

As a fisher-boy I fared To the black rock in the sea, And, while false gifts I prepared.

A Dragon-Fly with beauteous wing Is hov'ring o'er a silv'ry spring; I watch its motions with delight,

She behind yon mountain lives, Who my love's sweet guerdon gives. Tell me, mount, how this can be!

Water-fetching goes the noble Brahmin's wife, so pure and lovely; He is honour'd, void of blemish.

There lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus began

Thou wert forcibly seized by the hoary lord of the river, Holding thee, ever he shares with thee his streaming domain, Calmly sleepest thou near his urn as it silently trickles,

A FAIR bell-flower Sprang tip from the ground; And early its fragrance

There's no menagerie, I vow, Excels my Lily's at this minute; She keeps the strangest creatures in it,

Within a gloomy charnel-house one day I view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated, And of old times I thought, that now were grey.

HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel, Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal; To thee they're much I won't conceal;

What pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me

On a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,

Who will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures

To be like a fish, Brisk and quick, is my wish; If thou cam'st with thy line.

See the rock-born stream! Like the gleam Of a star so bright

WHAT pleasure to me A bridegroom would be! When married we are,

The snow-flakes fall in showers, The time is absent still, When all Spring's beauteous flowers,

My heart is sad, My peace is o'er; I find it never

O thou well-tried in grief, Grant to thy child relief, And view with mercy this unhappy one!

From heaven there fell upon the foaming wave A timid drop; the flood with anger roared, But God, its modest boldness to reward,

How fair doth Nature Appear again! How bright the sunbeams!

Between wheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between pasture and tree,

Light and silv'ry cloudlets hover In the air, as yet scarce warm; Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over,

Eros, what mean'st thou by this? In each of thine hands is an hourglass! What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold thy measure of time? "Slowly run from the one, the hours of lovers when parted;

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,

AS a butterfly renew'd, When in life I breath'd my last, To the spots my flight I wing,

Oh thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack thus fasten'd,

IF to a girl who loves us truly Her mother gives instruction duly In virtue, duty, and what not,

Say, which Immortal Merits the highest reward? With none contend I,

I feel that I'm possess'd of nought, Saving the free unfetterd thought Which from my bosom seeks to flow,

If thou to be a slave shouldst will, Thou'lt get no pity, but fare ill; And if a master thou wouldst be,

When through the nations stalks contagion wild, We from them cautiously should steal away. E'en I have oft with ling'ring and delay

Heart! my heart! what means this feeling? What oppresseth thee so sore? What strange life is o'er me stealing!

The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops

When on thy pillow lying, Half listen, I implore, And at my lute's soft sighing,

Oh, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn, Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted, Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,

To the great archer not to him To meet whom flies the sun, And who is wont his features dim

Old age is courteous no one more: For time after time he knocks at the door, But nobody says, "Walk in, sir, pray!"

He who knows himself and others Here will also see, That the East and West, like brothers,

I drink fresh nourishment, new blood From out this world more free; The Nature is so kind and good

Fate now allows us, 'Twixt the departing And the upstarting,

Many a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepar'd,

THE BEQUEST OF THE ANCIENT PERSIAN FAITH. Brethren, what bequest to you should come From the lowly poor man, going home,

Weep ye not, ye children dear, That as yet ye are unborn: For each sorrow and each tear

Oh thou sweet maiden fair, Thou with the raven hair, Why to the window go?

Delos' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one, Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain. Hermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by Apollo,

Within a town where parity According to old form we see, That is to say, where Catholic

God to his untaught children sent Law, order, knowledge, art, from high, And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,

Days full of rapture, Are ye renew'd ? Smile in the sunlight

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

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

In His blest name, who was His own creation, Who from all time makes making his vocation; The name of Him who makes our faith so bright,

RAPHAEL. The sun still chaunts, as in old time, With brother-spheres in choral song,

Cover thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops

'Tis easier far a wreath to bind, Than a good owner fort to find. -

I think of thee, whene'er the sun his beams O'er ocean flings; I think of thee, whene'er the moonlight gleams

I Know not, wherefore, dearest love, Thou often art so strange and coy When 'mongst man's busy haunts we move,

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

My mistress, where sits she? What is it that charms? The absent she's rocking,

It is a fault oneself to praise, And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind; And if there's no deceit in what he says,

Through rain, through snow, Through tempest go! 'Mongst streaming caves,

Hallo there! A glass! Ha! the draught's truly sweet! If for drink go my shoes,

Ha, I am the lord of earth! The noble, Who're in my service, love me. Ha, I am the lord of earth! The noble,

If men are never their thoughts to employ, Take care to provide them a life full of joy; But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,

Can the Koran from Eternity be? 'Tis worth not a thought! Can the Koran a creation, then, be?

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, Would thou include both Heaven and earth in one designation,

Margaret. Faust. MARGARET. DOST thou believe in God?

Thou go'st! I murmur Go! let me murmur. Oh, worthy man,

My neighbour's curtain, well I see, Is moving to and fin. No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,

When unto thee I sent the page all white, Instead of first thereon inscribing aught, The space thou doubtless filledst up in sport.

Should e'er the loveless day remain Obscured by storms of hail and rain, Thy charms thou showest never;

Ye black and roguish eyes, If ye command. Each house in ruins lies,

With a bridegroom's joyous bearing, Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast, To his mistress' home repairing,

Oh ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets, Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence desire! Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction,

Let the Greek his plastic clay Mould in human fashion, While his own creation may

In ev'ry hour of joy That love and wine prolong, The moments we'll employ

Songs are like painted window-panes! In darkness wrapp'd the church remains, If from the market-place we view it;

SOUND, sweet song, from some far land, Sighing softly close at hand, Now of joy, and now of woe!

The soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh,

Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! He who found thee one fair morn in Spring In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing.

Once, methought, in the night hours cold, That I saw the moon in my sleep; But as soon as I waken'd, behold

Up in th' mountain I was a-sitting, With the bird there

Palm Sunday at the Vatican They celebrate with palms; With reverence bows each holy man,

O'er me how I cannot say, Heav'nly rapture's growing. Will it help to guide my way

God gave to mortals birth, In his own image too; Then came Himself to earth,

What makes time short to me? Activity! What makes it long and spiritless?

Oh world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife! Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the while. He only whom Allah doth bless with his smile

For woman due allowance make! Form'd of a crooked rib was she, By Heaven she could not straightened be.

The mirror tells me, I am fair! Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be. Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,

COUNT. I Know a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear!

Now I leave this cottage lowly, Where my love hath made her home, And with silent footstep slowly

When head and heart are busy, say, What better can be found? Who neither loves nor goes astray,

DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray From thy loved one's eyes all day, And her image paint at night!

Never dry, never dry, Tears that eternal love sheddeth! How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear,

When the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand

Slumber and Sleep, two brethren ordain'd by the gods to their service, Were by Prometheus implored, comfort to give to his race; But though so light to the gods, too heavy for man was their burden,

Once a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that he From a certain townsman there might claim,

I slept, 'twas midnight, in my bosom woke, As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart; To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;

To an apple-woman's stall Once some children nimbly ran; Longing much to purchase all,

Here in silence the lover fondly mused on his loved one; Gladly he spake to me thus: "Be thou my witness, thou stone! Yet thou must not be vainglorious, thou hast many companions;

This box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied; The fruits are they of holy Christmas tide,

When in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled, Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret descending, Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,

As at sunset I was straying Silently the wood along, Damon on his flute was playing,

I. A Master of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool,

ONE Spring-morning bright and fair, Roam'd a shepherdess and sang; Young and beauteous, free from care,

I had a fellow as my guest, Not knowing he was such a pest, And gave him just my usual fare;

The warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills the place with her silvery light,

With eagerness he drinks the treach'rous potion, Nor stops to rest, by the first taste misled; Sweet is the draught, but soon all power of motion

Oh, Magdeberg the town! Fair maids thy beauty crown, Thy charms fair maids and matrons crown;

A boy a pigeon once possess'd, In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd; He loved it well, and in boyish sport

Ye love, and sonnets write! Fate's strange behest! The heart, its hidden meaning to declare, Must seek for rhymes, uniting pair with pair:

When Minerva, to give pleasure To Prometheus, her well-loved one, Brought a brimming bowl of nectar

In search of prey once raised his pinions An eaglet; A huntsman's arrow came, and reft

On Petrarch's heart, all other days before, In flaming letters written, was impress d GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd,

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,

The stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow, And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow, That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.

There was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he, Who in his arms for many a day,

LET mine eye the farewell say, That my lips can utter ne'er; Fain I'd be a man to-day,

A DRUID. Sweet smiles the May! The forest gay

The waters rush'd, the waters rose, A fisherman sat by, While on his line in calm repose

Many good works I've done and ended, Ye take the praise I'm not offended; For in the world, I've always thought

That Arabs through the realms of space May wander on, light-hearted, Great Allah hath, to all their race,

Once two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united,

Hard 'tis on a fox's traces To arrive, midst forest-glades; Hopeless utterly the chase is,

No door has my house, No house has my door; And in and out ever

In spreading mantle to my chin conceald, I trod the rocky path, so steep and grey, Then to the wintry plain I bent my way

A Pool was once congeal'd with frost; The frogs, in its deep waters lost, No longer dared to croak or spring;

Klopstock would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager the homely acorn alone must content us; Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting

'Neath the shadow Of these bushes, On the meadow

Once I held a well-carved brimming goblet, In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,

Mahadeva,* Lord of earth For the sixth time comes below, As a man of mortal birth,

Noble be man, Helpful and good! For that alone

My neighbour, none can e'er deny, Is a most beauteous maid; Her shop is ever in mine eye,

After these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains

ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied, Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride,

The plain with still and wand'ring feet, And gun full-charged, I tread, And hov'ring see thine image sweet,

When Diogenes quietly sunn'd himself in his barrel, When Calanus with joy leapt in the flame-breathing grave, Oh, what noble lessons were those for the rash son of Philip,

In Thule lived a monarch, Still faithful to the grave, To whom his dying mistress

What time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended

Why do I o'er my paper once more bend? Ask not too closely, dearest one, I pray For, to speak truth, I've nothing now to say;

The look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress The pledge thy lips to mine convey, the kiss, He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this,

Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number,

YOUTH. Away, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee!

Whence comes our friend so hastily, When scarce the Eastern sky is grey? Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,

How grave thou loookest, loved one! wherefore so? Thy marble image seems a type of thee; Like it, no sign of life thou giv'st to me;

Thou art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any a name dost thou hear assign'd; one after another

"What tuneful strains salute mine ear Without the castle walls? Oh, let the song re-echo here,

AT first awhile sits he, With calm, unruffled brow; His features then I see,

There stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman

"The mountain village was destroy'd; But see how soon is fill'd the void! Shingles and boards, as by magic arise,

In the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming,

Early one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment, Follow'd a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking. Quickly and noisily flowing, the changeful surface distorted

THROUGH field and wood to stray, And pipe my tuneful lay, 'Tis thus my days are pass'd;

IN my boyhood's days so drear I was kept confined; There I sat for many a year,

Amor, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche, Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured; There he espied a goddess, the fairest amongst the immortals,

PAGE. Where goest thou? Where? Miller's daughter so fair!

Dreaded Brama, lord of might! All proceed from thee alone; Thou art he who judgeth right!

Mighty Brama, now I'll bless thee! 'Tis from thee that worlds proceed! As my ruler I confess thee,

The mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens

I am now, what joy to hear it! Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit

I am the bard known far and wide, The travell'd rat-catcher beside; A man most needful to this town,

LEADER. Let no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run!

The remembrance of the Good Keep us ever glad in mood. The remembrance of the Fair

If thou wouldst live unruffled by care, Let not the past torment thee e'er; As little as possible be thou annoy'd,

If thou wouldst live unruffled by care, Let not the past torment thee e'er; If any loss thou hast to rue,

Many a day and night my bark stood ready laden; Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me, Pledging me to patience and to courage,

On yonder lofty mountain A thousand times I stand, And on my staff reclining,

No! in truth there's here no lack: White the bread, the maidens black! To another town, next night:

As I calmly sat and span, Toiling with all zeal, Lo! a young and handsome man

The hero's noble shade stands high On yonder turret grey; And as the ship is sailing by,

Oh prophetic bird so bright, Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight! In the fairest time of year,

The stork who worms and frogs devours That in our ponds reside, Why should he dwell on high church-towers,

Yesterday brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one, Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar. Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,

HE. Canst thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,

All my weary days I pass'd Sick at heart and poor in purse. Poverty's the greatest curse,

Even this heavenly pair were unequally match'd when united: Psyche grew older and wise, Amor remain'd still a child,

Upon the mead a violet stood, Retiring, and of modest mood, In truth, a violet fair.

Fain had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the key safe in my pocket,

A child refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes

Thou who comest from on high, Who all woes and sorrows stillest, Who, for twofold misery,

He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius, Feels no dread within his heart At the tempest or the rain.

WANDERER. Young woman, may God bless thee, Thee, and the sucking infant

When sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day, And when forever all things earthly die, We must a full and true account supply

Though tempers are bad and peevish folks swear, Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, ne'er; And let not the fancies of women so fair

WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,

A Feast was in a village spread, It was a wedding-day, they said. The parlour of the inn I found,

One day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon ev'ry shelf.

Our rides in all directions bend, For business or for pleasure, Yet yelpings on our steps attend,

Be void of feeling! A heart that soon is stirr'd, Is a possession sad

What wondrous noise is heard around! Through heaven exulting voices sound, A mighty army marches on

If Venus in the evening sky Is seen in radiant majesty, If rod-like comets, red as blood,

I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods, To mortals 'tis but poison."

Sir Wit, who is so much esteem'd, And who is worthy of all honour, Saw Beauty his superior deem'd

During a heavy storm it chanced That from his room a cockney glanced At the fierce tempest as it broke,

So the winter now closed round them With resistless fury. Scattering Over all his breath so icy,

Fitting perfumes to prepare, And to raise thy rapture high, Must a thousand rosebuds fair

Oh thou token loved of joys now perish'd That I still wear from my neck suspended, Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish'd?

Wherefore drag me to yon glittering eddy, With resistless might? Was I, then, not truly blest already

'Midst the noise of merriment and glee, 'Midst full many a sorrow, many a care, Charlotte, I remember, we remember thee,

Hasten thee, Kronos! On with clattering trot Downhill goeth thy path;

Seest thou yon smiling Orange? Upon the tree still hangs it; Already March bath vanish'd,

The only one whom, Lida, thou canst love, Thou claim'st, and rightly claim'st, for only thee; He too is wholly thine; since doomed to rove

Should these songs, love, as they fleet, Chance again to reach thy hand, At the piano take thy seat,

SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress

Over vale and torrent far Rolls along the sun's bright car. Ah! he wakens in his course

A fellow says: "I own no school or college; No master lives whom I acknowledge; And pray don't entertain the thought

HAND in hand! and lip to lip! Oh, be faithful, maiden dear! Fare thee well! thy lover's ship

And have I lost thee evermore? Hast thou, oh fair one, from me flown? Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,

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.] Happy art thou, darling insect,

Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd; Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last. Joyously plough'd and sow'd! Here food all living is budding,

No one talks more than a Poet; Fain he'd have the people know it. Praise or blame he ever loves;

Bush and vale thou fill'st again With thy misty ray, And my spirit's heavy chain

Wilt thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee,

I. TO WERTHER. Once more, then, much-wept shadow, thou dost dare Boldly to face the day's clear light,

VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain a heart, Heap up a maiden's lap with gold; The joys of love thou must impart,

THE TYPES. List, and in memory bear These six fond loving pair.

Love's torments sought a place of rest, Where all might drear and lonely be; They found ere long my desert breast,

Love is indeed a glorious prize! What fairer guerdon meets our eyes? Though neither wealth nor power are thine,

I once was fond of fools, And bid them come each day; Then each one brought his tools

My trust in nothing now is placed, Hurrah! So in the world true joy I taste,

Urn and sarcophagus erst were with life adorn'd by the heathen Fauns are dancing around, while with the Bacchanal troop Chequerd circles they trace; and the goat-footed, puffy-cheekd player

Waken not Amor from sleep! The beauteous urchin still slumbers; Go, and complete thou the task, that to the day is assign'd! Thus doth the prudent mother with care turn time to her profit,

The tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,

Quick throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with speed of light; The evening soon the world embraced,

Who the song would understand, Needs must seek the song's own land. Who the minstrel understand,

What God would outwardly alone control, And on his finger whirl the mighty Whole? He loves the inner world to move, to view

When I was still a youthful wight, So full of enjoyment and merry, The painters used to assert, in spite,

WE young people in the shade Sat one sultry day; Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"

OF all the beauteous wares Exposed for sale at fairs, None will give more delight

Like the vulture Who on heavy morning clouds With gentle wing reposing

This page a chain to bring thee burns, That, train'd to suppleness of old, On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,

Little leaves and flow'rets too, Scatter we with gentle hand, Kind young spring-gods to the view,

Within us all a universe doth dwell; And hence each people's usage laudable, That ev'ry one the Best that meets his eyes

I Have loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the slave; I then was the servant of all: