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For Ever Post by :Truman Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :April 2010 Read :3478

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For Ever

THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,

Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,--
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,--

Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,--
The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer

The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,--
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.


The End
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: For Ever

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(Written at the age of 77.)WHEN I was still a youthful wight,So full of enjoyment and merry,The painters used to assert, in spite,That my features were small--yes, very;Yet then full many a beauteous childWith true affection upon me smil'd.Now as a greybeard I sit here in state,By street and by lane held in awe, sirs;And may be seen, like old Frederick the Great,On pipebowls, on cups, and on saucers.Yet the beauteous maidens, they keep afar;Oh vision of youth! Oh golden star!1826.The EndJohann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: When I was still a youthful Wight

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HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope.Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest,And say, that as on high her figure changeth,So, upon earth, my joy decays and grows.And whisper in her ear with modest softness,How doubt oft hung its head, and truth oft wept.And oh ye thoughts, distrustfully inclined,If ye are therefore by the loved one chided,Answer: 'tis true ye change, but alter not,As she remains the same, yet changeth ever.Doubt may invade the heart, but poisons not,For love is sweeter, by suspicion flavour'd.If it with anger overcasts the eye,And heaven's bright purity perversely blackens,Then zephyr-sighs straight