Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

81. The Magic Net 1/1/2004
82. The Instructors 1/1/2004
83. The Friendly Meeting 1/1/2004
84. The Garlands 1/1/2004
85. The King Of Thule 1/1/2004
86. The Misanthrope 1/1/2004
87. The Drops Of Nectar 1/1/2004
88. The Maid Of The Mill's Repentance 1/1/2004
89. The Goldsmith's Apprentice 1/1/2004
90. The Legend Of The Horseshoe 1/1/2004
91. The Frogs 1/1/2004
92. The Muse's Mirror 1/1/2004
93. The Mountain Village 1/1/2004
94. General Confession 1/1/2004
95. From Faust - Second Part - I. 4/5/2010
96. Hermann And Dorothea - I. Kalliope 4/5/2010
97. Hermann And Dorothea - Ix. Urania 4/5/2010
98. Hermann And Dorothea - V. Polyhymnia 4/5/2010
99. Hermann And Dorothea - Vi. Klio 4/5/2010
100. Hermann And Dorothea - Iii. Thalia 4/5/2010
101. Book Of Parables - Bulbul's Song 4/3/2010
102. Hermann And Dorothea - Ii. Terpsichore 4/5/2010
103. Sound, Sweet Song 1/1/2004
104. The God And The Bayadere - An Indian Legend 1/1/2004
105. From Faust - Vii. Margaret, Placing Fresh Flowers In The Flower-Pots. 4/5/2010
106. The Convivial Book - Can The Koran From Eternity Be? 4/5/2010
107. Book Of Suleika - Suleika 01 1/1/2004
108. The Metamorphosis Of Plants 1/1/2004
109. Swiss Song 1/1/2004
110. Hatem 4/5/2010
111. From Iphigenia In Tauris 4/5/2010
112. Hermann And Dorothea - Vii. Erato 4/5/2010
113. Wont And Done 1/1/2004
114. The Loving One Writes 1/1/2004
115. Book Of Suleika - The Loving One Again 1/1/2004
116. Hermann And Dorothea - Viii. Melpomene 4/5/2010
117. The Fox And The Crane 1/1/2004
118. The Brethren 1/1/2004
119. Tame Xenia 4/5/2010
120. Table Song 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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