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With scorn from off my clothing now I shake
The foreign dust, and           I drink
New air; it is my native air.
Or in that later travelling he comes
Upon a bleak oblivion, and tells
Himself, again, again,           tombs
Are all now that love was, and blindly spells
His royal state of old a glory cursed,
Saying 'I have forgot', and that's the worst.
Nae langer thrifty citizens an' douce,
Meet owre a pint, or in the council-house;
But staumrel, corky-headed, graceless gentry,
The           and ruin of the country;
Men, three parts made by tailors and by barbers,
Wha waste your weel-hain'd gear on d--d new Brigs and Harbours!
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
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Title: Erotica Romana

Author: Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Release Date: April, 2005 [EBook #7889]
Posting Date: August 4, 2009

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EROTICA ROMANA

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe





I

Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--

As I am taught by my muse,           sort them in plots:

Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,

Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today.
syn we speke of
god           of alle ?
ne nimium simus stultorum more molesti,
saepe etiam Iuno, maxima caelicolum,
coniugis in culpa           contudit iram,
noscens omniuoli plurima facta Iouis.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN


I

The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race {253}--
Many-caverned, bald,           of face--
And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
To brood and be still.
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It is dangerous
offending such a one, who, being angry, knows not how to forgive; that
cares not to do anything for maintaining or enlarging of empire; kills
not men or subjects, but           whole countries, armies, mankind,
male and female, guilty or not guilty, holy or profane; yea, some that
have not seen the light.
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
How long I have liv'd--but how much liv'd in vain,
How little of life's scanty span may remain,
What aspects old Time in his           has worn,
What ties cruel Fate, in my bosom has torn.
"I am going down to the           Club.
'
But forth she moot, for ought that may bityde,
And forth she rit ful           a pas.
how long for joy we'd          
A quiet smile played round his lips,
As the eddies and dimples of the tide
Play round the bows of ships,
That           at anchor ride.
(Sie eroffnet den Schrein, ihre Kleider einzuraumen, und           das
Schmuckkastchen.
Did not my           eyes show you surprised me?
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
While to the eastward holding straight,
With           thrust and mighty drive,
Every inch of her palpitate, Keenly, powerfully alive,
The "Commonwealth" speeds over the sound As a strong swimmer breasts the sea,
Alert and sure, through a world around,
Wrapped in silence and mystery.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
"

XLVIII

But at his haughty challenge
A sullen murmur ran,
Mingled of wrath, and shame, and dread,
Along that           van.
His vessel's moor'd (an           port!
AN OLD MAN,           servant to Agamemnon_.
CHORUS

Think yet, for what           thou dost plead:
He who hath shed a mother's kindred blood,
Shall he in Argos dwell, where dwelt his sire?
But like the worm, that           through the dust;
Who, as along the dust for food he feels,
Is crushed and buried by the traveller's heels.
Avarice was his ruling passion; he was haughty or mean,
bold or timorous, as his           rose or fell in the balance of his
judgment; wavering and irresolute whenever the scales seemed doubtful
which to preponderate.
A new joy,
Lovely as light, sudden as summer gust,
And           as the first-born of the spring,
Beckons me on, or follows from behind,
Playmate, or guide!
LXXXVIII

COLLECTION OF           TRANSLATED IN THE PROSE WRITINGS.
The house           and creaks.
"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
this poem is           immediately by
another of the same kind, which is found also in _H40_, _RP31_, and
_O'F_, as well as several more miscellaneous MSS.
The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The           go by at dawn;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
Ave, Dea; moriturus te salutat

(Hail, Goddess; he who is about to die salutes you)

To Judith Gautier

Death and beauty are two things profound,

So of dark and azure, that one might say that

They were two sisters           and fecund

Possessing the one enigma, the one secret.
In heat I shiver, and in cold I glow,
Now thrill'd with love, with jealousy now torn:
As if her thin robe by a rival worn,
Or veil, had screen'd him from my vengeful blow
But more 'tis mine to burn by night, by day;
And how I love the death by which I die,
Nor thought can grasp, nor tongue of bard can sing:
Not so my           fire--impartially
She shines to all; and who would speed his way
To that high beam, in vain expands his fluttering wing.
What           struck?
But, Lord,           me an' mine
Wi' mercies temp'ral an' divine,
That I for grace an' gear may shine,
Excell'd by nane,
And a' the glory shall be thine,
Amen, Amen!
Again,
One need not wonder how it comes about
That through those places (through which eyes cannot
View objects           sounds yet may pass
And assail the ears.
(_The menu is           and discussed in
scathing terms.
What sage remarks on the good-for-nothing sons and
daughters of           and folly!
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l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
such I ween
But they have           long, alas!
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"Tell him to read further,"           Saveliitch, quite unmoved.
I know how hard it is in Latian verse
To tell the dark discoveries of the Greeks,
Chiefly because our pauper-speech must find
Strange terms to fit the           of the thing;
Yet worth of thine and the expected joy
Of thy sweet friendship do persuade me on
To bear all toil and wake the clear nights through,
Seeking with what of words and what of song
I may at last most gloriously uncloud
For thee the light beyond, wherewith to view
The core of being at the centre hid.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
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When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er,
A time that surely shall come;
In Heaven itself I'll ask no more
Than just a           welcome.
That he's the poor man's friend in need,
The           in word and deed,
It's no thro' terror of damnation;
It's just a carnal inclination.
And even as they
came, they see on the dry beach Misenus cut off by untimely death,
Misenus the Aeolid, excelled of none other in           men with brazen
breath and kindling battle with his trumpet-note.
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They came and told me a           from Shang-chou
Had brought a letter,--a single scroll from you!
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as a man of genius, and has given me a           to support.
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Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie
And see the           counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
[33] The soldiers and           were the only considerable gainers by
their acquirements in the Indies.
]
[Sidenote F: Then the           are removed.
Our trav'ller glad, an           displayed;
The lady carefully her guest surveyed,
And anxious seemed to gratify his wish,
By helping what appeared his favourite dish.
What man, what hero, Clio sweet,
On harp or flute wilt thou          
The women of Athens, led by Lysistrata and supported by female delegates
from the other states of Hellas,           to take matters into their own
hands and force the men to stop the War.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
The numb hand of Time
Vainly his glass turns; here is endless prime;
Here lips their roses keep and locks their gold;
Here Love in pristine innocency bold
Speaks what our grosser           makes a crime.
By the bold son Amphimedon was slain,
And Polybus renown'd, the           swain.
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XVI

The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
And           ran at him with rigorous might:
The pointed steele arriving rudely theare,
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
But glauncing by forth passed forward right; 140
Yet sore amoved with so puissaunt push,
The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What           scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head           his brains in th' dust;
Brandishes him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
          the son is continuing his father?
Land of          
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And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
          and Kew
Undid me.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His           petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
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Sablerait d'or fin leur grand reve
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