Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

321. Book Of Contemplation - For Woman 1/1/2004
322. First Loss 1/1/2004
323. Night Thoughts 1/1/2004
324. Alexis And Dora 4/3/2010
325. Lover In All Shapes 1/1/2004
326. Restless Love 1/1/2004
327. Longing 1/1/2004
328. Roman Elegies I 1/21/2003
329. Authors 1/1/2004
330. As Broad As It's Long 1/1/2004
331. Before A Court Of Justice 1/1/2004
332. Admonition 1/1/2004
333. Blindman's Buff 1/1/2004
334. Courage 1/1/2004
335. Happiness And Vision 1/1/2004
336. Next Year's Spring 1/1/2004
337. Answers In A Game Of Questions 1/1/2004
338. Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count 1/1/2004
339. Book Of Contemplation - Firdusi 1/1/2004
340. Book Of Contemplation - Five Things 1/1/2004
341. Another 1/1/2004
342. Mignon 1/21/2003
343. Farewell 1/1/2004
344. A Symbol 1/1/2004
345. Anacreon's Grave 1/1/2004
346. A Legacy 4/3/2010
347. Anniversary Song 1/1/2004
348. The Country Schoolmaster 1/1/2004
349. Book Of Suleika - Love For Love 1/1/2004
350. A Plan The Muses Entertained 1/1/2004
351. A Parable 1/1/2004
352. The Dance Of Death 1/1/2004
353. Apparent Death 1/1/2004
354. Book Of Love - Love's Torments 1/1/2004
355. At Midnight Hour 1/1/2004
356. April 1/21/2003
357. Prometheus 1/1/2004
358. Autumn Feelings 1/1/2004
359. After-Sensations 1/1/2004
360. The Erl-King 1/1/2004
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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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