Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, pictorial artist, biologist, theoretical physicist, and polymath. He is considered the supreme genius of modern German literature. His works span the fields of poetry, drama, prose, philosophy, and science. His Faust has been called one of the greatest dramatic works of modern European literature. His other well-known literary works include his numerous poems, the Bildungsroman Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, and the epistolary novel The Sorrows of Young Werther.
Goethe was one of the key figures of German literature and the movement of Weimar Classicism in the late 18th and early 19th centuries; this movement coincides with ... more »
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems
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,
WHEN the vine again is blowing, Then the wine moves in the cask; When the rose again is glowing, Wherefore should I feel oppress'd?
Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me, telling something all too sweet, making music out of beauty, with a question hidden deep.
At Midnight Hour
AT midnight hour I went, not willingly, A little, little boy, yon churchyard past, To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high
FLOURISH greener, as ye clamber, Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber, Up the trellis'd vine on high!
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads,
The Dance Of Death
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills the place with her silvery light, And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love; He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain. But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove:
Book Of Love - Love's Torments
A Plan The Muses Entertained
A PLAN the Muses entertain'd Methodically to impart
I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, And bore it homewards, musing greatly; When, heated by my hand, I found The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
Book Of Suleika - Love For Love
LOVE for love, and moments sweet, Lips returning kiss for kiss, Word for word, and eyes that meet;
CARELESSLY over the plain away, Where by the boldest man no path Cut before thee thou canst discern, Make for thyself a path!
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow, in darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow, a soft wind blows from the pure blue sky, the myrtle stands mute, and the bay-tree high?
Quotationsmore quotations »
''I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.''Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Sayings in Prose (posthumous).
Artists have a double relationship towards nature: they are her master and her slave at the same time. They are her slave in so far as they must work with means of this world so as to be understood; h...Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Conversations with Eckermann (April 18, 1827).
''The day is for mistake and error, sequence of time for success and carrying out. The one who anticipates is master of the day.''Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Sayings in Prose (posthumous).
''Even though the world as a whole progresses, youth must always start again from the beginning, and as individuals go through the epochs of the world's culture.''Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Conversations with Eckermann (January 17, 1827).
''I curse all negative purism that tells me not to use a word from another language that either expresses something that my own language cannot or does that in a more delicate manner.''Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Sayings in Prose (posthumous).
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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,