LITTLE leaves and flow'rets too, Scatter we with gentle hand, Kind young spring-gods to the view, Sporting on an airy ba...

THIS page a chain to bring thee burns, That, train'd to suppleness of old, On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns, In many a hun...

OF all the beauteous wares Exposed for sale at fairs, None will give more delight Than those that to your sight From distant lands...

[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.] QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done wi...

VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain a heart, Heap up a maiden's lap with gold; The joys of love thou must impart, Wouldst thou e...

Dornburg, 25th August, 1828. WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee, ...

BUSH and vale thou fill'st again With thy misty ray, And my spirit's heavy chain Castest far away. Thou dost o&#...

AND have I lost thee evermore? Hast thou, oh fair one, from me flown? Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore, Thine ev'ry ...

[This sweet song is doubtless one of those addressed to Frederica.] HAND in hand! and lip to lip! Oh, be faithful, maiden de...

OVER vale and torrent far Rolls along the sun's bright car. Ah! he wakens in his course Mine, as thy deep-seated smart ...

SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features...

SHOULD these songs, love, as they fleet, Chance again to reach thy hand, At the piano take thy seat, Where thy friend was wo...

[This song was also written for Lily. Goethe mentions, at the end of his Autobiography, that he overheard her singing it one evening a...

TO A GOLDEN HEART THAT HE WORE ROUND HIS NECK. [Addressed, during the Swiss tour already mentioned, to a present Lily had given him,...

WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The silence of the...

THE hero's noble shade stands high On yonder turret grey; And as the ship is sailing by, He speeds it on his way. &q...

ON yonder lofty mountain A thousand times I stand, And on my staff reclining, Look down on the smiling land. My grazing ...

IN my boyhood's days so drear I was kept confined; There I sat for many a year, All alone I pined, As within the womb. ...

[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical effusions used to pour ...

THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman In rear of gate and of doo...