Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

41. To My Friend - Ode I 1/1/2004
42. The Wrangler 1/1/2004
43. The Pariah - The Pariah's Prayer 1/1/2004
44. To His Coy One 1/1/2004
45. The Violet 1/1/2004
46. The Wanderer's Storm-Song 1/1/2004
47. To Belinda 1/1/2004
48. The Soldier's Consolation 1/1/2004
49. To The Golden Heart That He Wore Around His Neck 1/1/2004
50. To Luna 1/1/2004
51. The Page And The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
52. To My Friend - Ode Iii 1/1/2004
53. The Wedding 1/1/2004
54. Trilogy Of Passion 02 Elegy 1/1/2004
55. The Wanderer 1/1/2004
56. The Rule Of Life Expanded 1/1/2004
57. The Shepherd's Lament 1/1/2004
58. The Visit 1/1/2004
59. Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Decent Into Hell 1/1/2004
60. The Youth And The Millstream 1/1/2004
61. Trilogy Of Passion 01 To Werther 1/1/2004
62. To The Chosen One 1/1/2004
63. Trilogy Of Passion 03 Atonement 1/1/2004
64. The Warning 1/1/2004
65. To The Distant One 1/1/2004
66. The Wanderer's Night-Song 1/1/2004
67. The Wedding Night 1/1/2004
68. The Remembrance Of The Good 1/1/2004
69. To The Rising Full Moon 1/1/2004
70. The German Parnassus 1/1/2004
71. True Enjoyment 1/1/2004
72. The Reckoning 1/1/2004
73. To The Moon 1/1/2004
74. The Rule Of Life 1/1/2004
75. The Heathrose 1/1/2004
76. The Hunter's Even-Song 1/1/2004
77. The Musagetes 1/1/2004
78. The Goblet 1/1/2004
79. The Minstrel 1/1/2004
80. The Happy Couple 1/1/2004

Comments about Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 5:40:00 AM)

    Gut! Ein Mittel, ohne Geld
    Und Arzt und Zauberei zu haben:
    Begib dich gleich hinaus aufs Feld,
    Fang an zu hacken und zu graben,
    Erhalte dich und deinen Sinn
    In einem ganz beschraunken Kreise,
    Ernauhre dich mit ungemischter Speise,
    Leb Mit dem Vieh als Vieh, and acht es nicht fur Raub,
    Den Acker, den du erntest, selbst zu dungen;
    Das ist das beste Mittel, glaub,
    Auf achtzig Jahr dich zu verjungenl

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    Good! A method can be used
    without physicians, gold, or magic,
    Go out into the open field
    and start to dig and cultivate;
    keep your body and your spirit
    in a humble and restricted sphere,
    sustain yourself by simple fare,
    live with your herd and spread your own manure
    on land from which you reap your nourishment.
    Believe me, that's the best procedure
    to keep your youth for eighty years or more.

    [Faust - A Witch's Kitchen - (Mephistopheles to Faust) ]

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 5:37:00 AM)

    Willst du immer weiterschweifen?
    Sieh, das Gute liegt so nah.
    Lerne nur das Glück ergreifen,
    denn das Glück ist immer da.

    -

    Do you wish to roam farther and farther?
    See the good that lies so near.
    Just learn how to capture your luck,
    for your luck is always there.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. At any rate, the last two are certainly much less frequent.

    'Die Leiden des Jungen Werthers' (The Sorrows of Young Werther)

  • Prakash mohanty (8/24/2015 9:32:00 PM)

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  • Donnie Dantonio (10/11/2004 5:00:00 PM)

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Best Poem of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Erl-King

1.
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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Longing

WHAT pulls at my heart so?

What tells me to roam?
What drags me and lures me

From chamber and home?
How round the cliffs gather

The clouds high in air!

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