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Antiques - Distichs Post by :dontworkforever Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :2195

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Antiques - Distichs


CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth;

While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.
WHAT is merciful censure? To make thy faults appear smaller?

May be to veil them? No, no! O'er them to raise thee on high!
DEMOCRATIC food soon cloys on the multitude's stomach;
But I'll wager, ere long, other thou'lt give them instead.
WHAT in France has pass'd by, the Germans continue to practise,

For the proudest of men flatters the people and fawns.
WHO is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own.
NOT in the morning alone, not only at mid-day he charmeth;

Even at setting, the sun is still the same glorious planet.

Content of Distichs
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: Antiques

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The Swiss AlpsYESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,Through the tempestuous night streaming fast over thy brow.Youth, alas, throughout life as closely to age is unitedAs, in some changeable dream, yesterday blends with to-day. Uri, October 7th, 1797.Content of The Swiss Alps (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: Antiques)