Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

1. To Lina 1/1/2004
2. Three Palinodias - 01 1/1/2004
3. The New Amor 1/1/2004
4. The New Amadis 1/1/2004
5. The Prosperous Voyage 1/1/2004
6. To The Husbandman 1/1/2004
7. The Pariah - The Pariah's Thanks 1/1/2004
8. The Way To Behave 1/1/2004
9. The Walking Bell 1/1/2004
10. The Freebooter 4/5/2010
11. The Spirit's Salute 1/1/2004
12. The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery 4/5/2010
13. The Maiden Speaks 4/5/2010
14. To My Friend - Ode Ii 1/1/2004
15. To Mignon 1/1/2004
16. To The Kind Reader 1/1/2004
17. The Same 1/1/2004
18. The Stork's Vocation 1/1/2004
19. The Unequal Marriage 1/1/2004
20. The Pariah - Legend 1/1/2004
21. To Charlotte 1/1/2004
22. To Father Kronos 1/1/2004
23. Valediction 1/1/2004
24. The Treasure Digger 1/1/2004
25. The Yelpers 1/1/2004
26. Three Palinodias - 02 Conflict Of Wit And Beauty 1/1/2004
27. The Pariah - The Pariah's Prayer 1/1/2004
28. The Reckoning 1/1/2004
29. The Muses' Son 1/1/2004
30. To His Coy One 1/1/2004
31. To Lida 1/1/2004
32. The Mountain Castle 4/5/2010
33. The Friendly Meeting 4/5/2010
34. The Traveller And The Farm-Maiden 1/1/2004
35. Threatening Signs 1/1/2004
36. The Rat-Catcher 1/1/2004
37. The Pupil In Magic 1/1/2004
38. The Originals 1/1/2004
39. To The Grasshopper 1/1/2004
40. Three Palinodias - 03 Rain And Rainbow 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Erl-King

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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,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."

"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
Full many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My ...

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Night Thoughts

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,

But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,

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