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Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe

  • Nikola Stajicje citiraoпрошле године
    What I possess I see afar off lying,
    And what I lost is real and undying.
  • the moon, like marigoldsje citiraoпре 2 месеца
    vowed this morning that I would not ride today, and yet every moment I am rushing to the window to see how high the sun is.
  • maken233je citiraoпре 4 месеца
    Enter FAUST with the POODLE.

    I leave behind me field and meadow
    Veiled in the dusk of holy night,
    Whose ominous and awful shadow
    Awakes the better soul to light.
    To sleep are lulled the wild desires,
    The hand of passion lies at rest;
    The love of man the bosom fires,
    The love of God stirs up the breast.

    Be quiet, poodle! what worrisome fiend hath possest thee,
    Nosing and snuffling so round the door?
    Go behind the stove there and rest thee,
    There's my best pillow—what wouldst thou more?
    As, out on the mountain-paths, frisking and leaping,
    Thou, to amuse us, hast done thy best,
    So now in return lie still in my keeping,
    A quiet, contented, and welcome guest.

    When, in our narrow chamber, nightly,
    The friendly lamp begins to burn,
    Then in the bosom thought beams brightly,
    Homeward the heart will then return.
    Reason once more bids passion ponder,
  • Mikaelaje citiralaпре 2 године
    Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of my blood; and you have never witnessed anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as my heart.
  • Hina Usmanje citiraoпре 2 године
    A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
  • Hina Usmanje citiraoпре 2 године
    only I must forget that there lie dormant within me so many other qualities which moulder uselessly, and which I am obliged to keep carefully concealed
  • the moon, like marigoldsje citiraoпре 2 месеца
    but it is too much for my strength—I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!
  • the moon, like marigoldsje citiraoпре 2 месеца
    What I have lately said of painting is equally true with respect to poetry. It is only necessary for us to know what is really excellent, and venture to give it expression; and that is saying much in few words. Today I have had a scene, which, if literally related, would, make the most beautiful idyl in the world. But why should I talk of poetry and scenes and idyls? Can we never take pleasure in nature without having recourse to art?
  • Jennyje citiralaпре 5 месеци
    I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.
  • dianaje citiralaпре 2 године
    Solitude in this terrestrial paradise is a genial balm to my mind, and the young spring cheers with its bounteous promises my oftentimes misgiving heart. Every tree, every bush, is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it.
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