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Ergo Bibamus!

FOR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here,

So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS!

Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the glasses ring clear,

Remember then: ERGO BIBAMUS!

In truth 'tis an old, 'tis an excellent word,

With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirr'd,

And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,

A glorious ERGO BIBAMUS!

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The King Of Thule

IN Thule lived a monarch,

Still faithful to the grave,

To whom his dying mistress

A golden goblet gave.

Beyond all price he deem'd it,

He quaff'd it at each feast;

And, when he drain'd that goblet,

His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Wanderer's Storm-Song

He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,

Feels no dread within his heart

At the tempest or the rain.

He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,

Will to the rain-clouds,

Will to the hailstorm,

Sing in reply

As the lark sings,

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Courage

CARELESSLY over the plain away,

Where by the boldest man no path

Cut before thee thou canst discern,

Make for thyself a path!

Silence, loved one, my heart!

Cracking, let it not break!

Breaking, break not with thee!

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Trilogy Of Passion 03 Atonement

PASSION brings reason—who can pacify

An anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great?

Where are the hours that fled so swiftly by?

In vain the fairest thou didst gain from fate;

Sad is the soul, confused the enterprise;

The glorious world, how on the sense it dies!

In million tones entwined for evermore,

Music with angel-pinions hovers there,

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Another

Go! obedient to my call,

Turn to profit thy young days,

Wiser make betimes thy breast

In Fate's balance as it sways,

Seldom is the cock at rest;

Thou must either mount, or fall,

Thou must either rule and win,

Or submissively give in,

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Violet

UPON the mead a violet stood,

Retiring, and of modest mood,

In truth, a violet fair.

Then came a youthful shepherdess,

And roam'd with sprightly joyousness,

And blithely woo'd

With carols sweet the air

"Ah!" thought the violet, "had I been

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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OVER the meadows, and down the stream,

And through the garden-walks straying,

He plucks the flowers that fairest seem;

His throbbing heart brooks no delaying.

His maiden then comes—oh, what ecstasy!

Thy flowers thou giv'st for one glance of her eye!

The gard'ner next door o'er the hedge sees the youth:

"I'm not such a fool as that, in good truth;

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Admonition

WHEREFORE ever ramble on?

For the Good is lying near,

Fortune learn to seize alone,

For that Fortune's ever here.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

After-Sensations

WHEN the vine again is blowing,

Then the wine moves in the cask;

When the rose again is glowing,

Wherefore should I feel oppress'd?

Down my cheeks run tears all-burning,

If I do, or leave my task;

I but feel a speechless yearning,

That pervades my inmost breast.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count

OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!

We children are here in the hall all alone,

The portals we straightway will bar.

Our mother is praying, our father is gone

To the forest, on wolves to make war.

Oh sing us a ballad, the tale then repeat,

'Till brother and I learn it right;

We long have been hoping a minstrel to meet,

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Legacy

No living atom comes at last to naught!

Active in each is still the eternal Thought:

Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.

Being is without end; for changeless laws

Bind that from which the All its glory draws

Of living treasures endlessly possessed.

Unto the wise of old this truth was known,

Such wisdom knit their noble souls in one;

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe