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Antiques - The Swiss Alps Post by :Metaframer Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :2893

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Antiques - The Swiss Alps

The Swiss Alps

YESTERDAY 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 united

As, 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)

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Antiques - Distichs Antiques - Distichs

Antiques - Distichs
DistichsCHORDS 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

Savoir C'est Pardonner Savoir C'est Pardonner

Savoir C'est Pardonner
Myriad rivers seek the sea, The sea rejects not any one; A myriad rays of light may be Clasped in the compass of one sun; And myriad grasses, wild and free, Drink of the dew which faileth none. A myriad worlds encompass ours; A myriad souls our souls enclose; And each, its sins and woes and powers, The Lord He sees, the Lord He knows, And from the Infinite Knowledge flowers The Infinite Pity's fadeless rose. Lighten