Thou in truth shouldst be one, yet not with the whole shouldst thou be so.
'Tis through the reason thou'rt one,--art so with it through the heart.
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Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon,
For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart.
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Good from the good,--to the reason this is not hard of conception;
But the genius has power good from the bad to evoke.
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How does the genius make itself known? In the way that in nature
Shows the Creator himself,--e'en in the infinite whole.
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I, too, at length discerned great Hercules' energy mighty,--
Saw his shade. He himself was not, alas, to be seen.
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Four elements, joined in
Harmonious strife,
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Who would himself with shadows entertain,
Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
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O Freunde, nicht diese Tone! Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen
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Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,
Daughter of Elysium,
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"Take the world!" Zeus exclaimed from his throne in the skies
To the children of man—"take the world I now give;
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"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,
And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear?
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Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies;
Think ye Nature but great, in that she gives thee to count?
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Which religion do I acknowledge? None that thou namest.
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God alone sees the heart and therefore, since he alone sees it,
Be it our care that we, too, something that's worthy may see.
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Dearly I love a friend; yet a foe I may turn to my profit;
Friends show me that which I can; foes teach me that which I should.
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Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed,
When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out.
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Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear!
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Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou!
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Now hearken, ye who take delight
In boasting of your worth!
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Are the sports of our youth so displeasing?
Is love but the folly you say?
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By love are blest the gods on high,
Frail man becomes a deity
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Ye offspring of the morning sun,
Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,
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Do I dream? can I trust to my eye?
My sight sure some vapor must cover?
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The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze,
From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright,
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Past the despairing wail--
And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale
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Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content,
Needs not the laws it has laborious been
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Monument of our own age's shame,
On thy country casting endless blame,
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Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,
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Does pleasant spring return once more?
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