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  • 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.
    4 lines
  • Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon,
    For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart.
    6 lines
  • Good from the good,--to the reason this is not hard of conception;
    But the genius has power good from the bad to evoke.
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • How does the genius make itself known? In the way that in nature
    Shows the Creator himself,--e'en in the infinite whole.
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • I, too, at length discerned great Hercules' energy mighty,--
    Saw his shade. He himself was not, alas, to be seen.
    48 lines
  • Four elements, joined in
      Harmonious strife,
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Who would himself with shadows entertain,
    Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
    34 lines
  • O Freunde, nicht diese Tone!
    Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen
    44 lines
  • Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,
    Daughter of Elysium,
    133 lines
  • "Take the world!" Zeus exclaimed from his throne in the skies
    To the children of man—"take the world I now give;
    38 lines
  • "Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,
    And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear?
    55 lines
  • Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies;
    Think ye Nature but great, in that she gives thee to count?
    5 lines, 1 comment
  • 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.
    2 lines, 1 comment
  • 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.
    2 lines, 2 comments
  • 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!
    216 lines
  • Welcome, gentle Stripling,
    Nature's darling thou!
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Now hearken, ye who take delight
    In boasting of your worth!
    80 lines
  • Are the sports of our youth so displeasing?
    Is love but the folly you say?
    24 lines
  • By love are blest the gods on high,
    Frail man becomes a deity
    177 lines
  • Ye offspring of the morning sun,
    Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,
    30 lines
  • Do I dream? can I trust to my eye?
    My sight sure some vapor must cover?
    48 lines
  • The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze,
    From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright,
    42 lines
  • Past the despairing wail--
    And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale
    35 lines
  • Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content,
    Needs not the laws it has laborious been
    60 lines
  • Monument of our own age's shame,
    On thy country casting endless blame,
    12 lines
  • Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,
    108 lines
  • Does pleasant spring return once more?
    132 lines, 2 comments
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