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Antiques - The Garlands Post by :yunzhe Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :3518

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Antiques - The Garlands

The Garlands

KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel

May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content us;

Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting

High on Golgotha's summit, that foreign gods he may honour!

Yet, on what hill he prefers, let him gather the angels together,

Suffer deserted disciples to weep o'er the grave of the just one:

There where a hero and saint hath died, where a bard breath'd his numbers,

Both for our life and our death an ensample of courage resplendent

And of the loftiest human worth to bequeath,--ev'ry nation

There will joyously kneel in devotion ecstatic, revering

Thorn and laurel garland, and all its charms and its tortures.


Content of The Garlands (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: Antiques)

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Left Behind Left Behind

Left Behind
We started in the morning, a morning full of glee, All in the early morning, a goodly company; And some were full of merriment, and all were kind and dear: But the others have pursued their way, and left me sitting here. My feet were not so fleet as theirs, my courage soon was gone, And so I lagged and fell behind, although they cried "Come on!" They cheered me and they pitied me, but one by one went by, For the stronger must outstrip the

Hope And I Hope And I

Hope And I
Hope stood one morning by the way, And stretched her fair right hand to me, And softly whispered, "For this day I'll company with thee." "Ah, no, dear Hope," I sighing said; "Oft have you joined me in the morn, But when the evening came, you fled And left me all forlorn. "'Tis better I should walk alone Than have your company awhile, And then to lose it, and go on For weary mile on mile,"