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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Poetry, by title

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  • Lose the day loitering,'twill be the same story
    To-morrow, and the next more dilatory,
    7 lines
  • No living atom comes at last to naught!
    Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
    43 lines, 2 comments
  • I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
    And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • A PLAN the Muses entertain'd
    Methodically to impart
    8 lines
  • THE mason's trade Observe them well,
    Resembles life, And watch them revealing
    15 lines
  • WHEREFORE ever ramble on?
    For the Good is lying near,
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • WHEN the vine again is blowing,
    Then the wine moves in the cask;
    12 lines
  • FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the vessel
    Hastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood!
    236 lines
  • HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,
    Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,
    6 lines
  • WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,
    The garden all alone?
    32 lines
  • Go! obedient to my call,
    Turn to profit thy young days,
    10 lines
  • IN the small and great world too,
    What most charms a woman's heart?
    41 lines
  • WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
    He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
    4 lines
  • TELL me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking;
    For ye're saying something sweet,
    16 lines
  • MODEST men must needs endure,
    And the bold must humbly bow;
    4 lines
  • AT midnight hour I went, not willingly,
    A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
    15 lines
  • OVER the meadows, and down the stream,
    And through the garden-walks straying,
    16 lines
  • FLOURISH greener, as ye clamber,
    Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber,
    16 lines
  • OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!
    We children are here in the hall all alone,
    100 lines
  • THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told
    Of my darling unborn life;
    16 lines
  • OH, my Theresa dear!
    Thine eyes, I greatly fear,
    18 lines
  • OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
    Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the while.
    4 lines
  • WHAT makes time short to me?
    Activity!
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • FOR woman due allowance make!
    Form'd of a crooked rib was she,--
    8 lines
  • THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
    Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
    4 lines
  • IT is a fault oneself to praise,
    And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind;
    8 lines
  • THAT thou can't never end, doth make thee great,
    And that thou ne'er beginnest, is thy fate.
    20 lines
  • HAFIS, straight to equal thee,
    One would strive in vain;
    16 lines
  • LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
    Where all might drear and lonely be;
    4 lines
  • LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!
    What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?--
    12 lines
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