Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

1. To Lina 1/1/2004
2. Three Palinodias - 01 1/1/2004
3. The New Amor 1/1/2004
4. The Prosperous Voyage 1/1/2004
5. The New Amadis 1/1/2004
6. To The Husbandman 1/1/2004
7. The Pariah - The Pariah's Thanks 1/1/2004
8. The Way To Behave 1/1/2004
9. The Walking Bell 1/1/2004
10. The Freebooter 4/5/2010
11. The Spirit's Salute 1/1/2004
12. The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery 4/5/2010
13. The Maiden Speaks 4/5/2010
14. To My Friend - Ode Ii 1/1/2004
15. To Mignon 1/1/2004
16. To The Kind Reader 1/1/2004
17. The Same 1/1/2004
18. The Stork's Vocation 1/1/2004
19. The Pariah - Legend 1/1/2004
20. The Unequal Marriage 1/1/2004
21. To Charlotte 1/1/2004
22. To Father Kronos 1/1/2004
23. The Wrangler 1/1/2004
24. The Yelpers 1/1/2004
25. Three Palinodias - 02 Conflict Of Wit And Beauty 1/1/2004
26. The Treasure Digger 1/1/2004
27. Valediction 1/1/2004
28. The Pariah - The Pariah's Prayer 1/1/2004
29. The Reckoning 1/1/2004
30. The Muses' Son 1/1/2004
31. To Lida 1/1/2004
32. The Mountain Castle 4/5/2010
33. The Friendly Meeting 4/5/2010
34. The Spring Oracle 1/1/2004
35. The Sea-Voyage 1/1/2004
36. Threatening Signs 1/1/2004
37. The Rat-Catcher 1/1/2004
38. The Pupil In Magic 1/1/2004
39. The Originals 1/1/2004
40. The Spinner 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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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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