Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before,
In flaming letters written, was impress d
GOOD FRIDAY. And on mine, be it confess'd,
Is this year's ADVENT, as it passeth o'er.
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THE three holy kings with their star's bright ray,--
They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay;
They like to eat and drink away,
They eat and drink, but had rather not pay.
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SEE the rock-born stream!
Like the gleam
Of a star so bright
Kindly spirits
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How plain and height
With dewdrops are bright!
How pearls have crown'd
The plants all around!
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HA, I am the lord of earth! The noble,

Who're in my service, love me.
Ha, I am the lord of earth! The noble,
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ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing,

Oh, how much I envy thee!
Thou to him canst tidings bring
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THE soul of man
Resembleth water:
From heaven it cometh,
To heaven it soareth.
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THE sun, whom Grecians Helms call,

His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
And, to subdue the world's wide all,
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LIGHT and silv'ry cloudlets hover

In the air, as yet scarce warm;
Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over,
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WHAT is by this stir reveal'd?

Doth the East glad tidings bring?
For my heart's deep wounds are heal'd
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