Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

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

WHEREFORE drag me to yon glittering eddy,

With resistless might?
Was I, then, not truly blest already

In the silent night?

In my secret chamber refuge taking,

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