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God, Soul, And World - Rhymed Distichs Post by :autonet Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :3022

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God, Soul, And World - Rhymed Distichs

Rhymed Distichs

(The Distichs, of which these are given as a specimen, are about
forty in number.)

WHO trusts in God,
Fears not His rod.

THIS truth may be by all believed:
Whom God deceives, is well deceived.

HOW? when? and where?--No answer comes from high;
Thou wait'st for the Because, and yet thou ask'st not Why?

IF the whole is ever to gladden thee,
That whole in the smallest thing thou must see.

WATER its living strength first shows,
When obstacles its course oppose.

TRANSPARENT appears the radiant air,
Though steel and stone in its breast it may bear;
At length they'll meet with fiery power,
And metal and stones on the earth will shower.

WHATE'ER a living flame may surround,
No longer is shapeless, or earthly bound.
'Tis now invisible, flies from earth,
And hastens on high to the place of its birth.


Content of Rhymed Distichs (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: God, Soul, and World)

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Arabesque Arabesque

On a background of pale gold I would trace with quaint design, Penciled fine, Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes, Mosques and crescents, pages, queens, Line on line, That the prose-world of to-day Might the gorgeous Past's array Once behold. On the magic painted shield Rich Granada's Vega green

On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron

On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron
The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green Above the spent heart, the Olympian head, The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen, Unseeing, the locked lips whose song hath fled; Yet mystic-lived, like some rich, tropic flower, His fame puts forth fresh blossoms hour by hour; Wide spread the laden branches dropping dew On the low, laureled brow misunderstood, That