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Front Page Titles (by Subject) THE BRIDE OF CORINTH. - Goethe's Works, vol. 1 (Poems)
THE BRIDE OF CORINTH. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]Edition used:Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.
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- The Life of Goethe By Hjalmar H. Boyesen, Ph.d.
- Poems
- Dedication.
- Songs
- Sound, Sweet Song.
- To the Kind Reader.
- The New Amadis
- When the Fox Dies, His Skin Counts.
- The Heathrose.
- Blindman’s Buff.
- Christel.
- The Coy One.
- The Convert.
- Preservation.
- The Muses’ Son.
- Found.
- Like and Like.
- Reciprocal Invitation to the Dance.
- Self-deceit.
- Declaration of War.
- Lover In All Shapes.
- The Goldsmith’s Apprentice.
- Joy and Sorrow.
- March.
- Answers In a Game of Questions.
- Different Emotions On the Same Spot.
- Who’ll Buy Gods of Love?
- The Misanthrope.
- True Enjoyment.
- Happiness and Vision.
- The Farewell.
- The Beautiful Night.
- Apparent Death.
- Proximity.
- Living Remembrance.
- The Bliss of Absence.
- To Luna.
- The Wedding Night.
- Mischievous Joy.
- Farewell.
- The Exchange.
- November Song.
- To the Chosen One.
- First Loss.
- After-sensations.
- Proximity of the Beloved One.
- Presence.
- To the Distant One.
- By the River.
- Night Song.
- Calm At Sea.
- The Prosperous Voyage.
- Courage.
- Admonition.
- Welcome and Farewell.
- New Love, New Life.
- To Belinda.
- May Song.
- With a Painted Ribbon.
- With a Golden Necklace.
- To Charlotte.
- On the Lake.
- From the Mountain.
- Flower Salute.
- May Song.
- Premature Spring.
- Autumn Feelings
- Restless Love.
- The Shepherd’s Lament.
- Comfort In Tears.
- Longing.
- To Mignon.
- The Mountain Castle
- The Spirit’s Salute.
- To a Golden Heart That He Wore Round His Neck.
- The Bliss of Sorrow.
- The Wanderer’s Night-song.
- The Same.
- To the Moon.
- The Hunter’s Even-song.
- My Only Property.
- To Lina.
- Familiar Songs
- On the New Year.
- Anniversary Song.
- The Spring Oracle.
- The Happy Couple.
- Song of Fellowship.
- Constancy In Change.
- Table Song.
- Wont and Done.
- General Confession.
- Coptic Song.
- Another.
- Vanitas! Vanitatum Vanitas!
- Swiss Song.
- Fortune of War.
- Open Table.
- The Reckoning.
- Ergo Bibamus!
- Epiphanias.
- Finnish Song.
- Gypsy Song.
- From Wilhelm Meister.
- Mignon.
- The Same.
- The Harper.
- Philine.
- Ballads
- Mignon.
- The Harper.
- Ballad of the Banished and Returning Count.
- The Violet.
- The Faithless Boy.
- The Erl-king.
- Johanna Sebus
- The Fisherman.
- The King of Thule.
- The Beauteous Flower. Song of the Imprisoned Count.
- Sir Curt’s Wedding-journey.
- Wedding Song.
- The Treasure-digger.
- The Rat-catcher.
- The Spinner.
- Before a Court of Justice.
- The Page and the Miller’s Daughter.
- The Youth and the Millstream.
- The Maid of the Mill’s Treachery.
- The Maid of the Mill’s Repentance.
- The Traveller and the Farm-maiden.
- Effects At a Distance.
- The Walking Bell.
- Faithful Eckart.
- The Pupil In Magic.
- The Dance of Death.
- The Bride of Corinth.
- The God and the Bayadere. an Indian Legend.
- The Pariah. the Pariah’s Prayer.
- Legend.
- The Pariah’s Thanks.
- The First Walpurgis-night.
- Death-lament of the Noble Wife of Asan Aga.
- Antiques
- Leopold, Duke of Brunswick. 1785.
- To the Husbandman.
- Anacreon’s Grave.
- The Brethren.
- Measure of Time.
- Warning.
- SakÓntala.
- Solitude.
- The Chosen Cliff.
- The Consecrated Spot.
- The Instructors.
- The Unequal Marriage.
- Excuse.
- The Muse’s Mirror.
- PhŒbus and Hermes.
- The New Amor.
- The Garlands.
- The Swiss Alps.
- Elegies
- Roman Elegies.
- Alexis and Dora.
- Epigrams
- Venice, 1790.
- The Four Seasons.
- Spring.
- Summer.
- Autumn.
- Winter.
- Sonnets.
- The Friendly Meeting.
- In a Word.
- The Maiden Speaks.
- Growth.
- Food In Travel.
- Departure.
- The Loving One Writes.
- The Loving One Once More.
- She Cannot End.
- Nemesis.
- The Christmas-box.
- The Warning.
- The Doubters and the Lovers.
- The Epochs.
- Charade.
- Miscellaneous Poems.
- The German Parnassus.
- Mahomet’s Song.
- Spirit Song Over the Waters.
- My Goddess.
- Winter Journey Over the Hartz Mountains.
- To Father Kronos.
- The Wanderer’s Storm-song.
- The Sea-voyage.
- Prometheus.
- The Eagle and Dove.
- Ganymede.
- The Boundaries of Humanity.
- The Godlike.
- Royal Prayer.
- Human Feelings.
- Lily’s Menagerie.
- Love’s Distresses.
- To His Coy One.
- Petition.
- The Musagetes.
- Morning Lament.
- The Visit.
- The Magic Net.
- The Goblet.
- Night Thoughts.
- To Lida.
- Forever.
- From an Album of 1604.
- To the Rising Full Moon.
- Betrothed.
- At Midnight Hour.
- Lines On Seeing Schiller’s Skull.
- Trilogy of Passion.
- To Werther.
- Elegy.
- Atonement.
- April.
- May.
- June.
- Ever and Everywhere.
- Next Year’s Spring.
- Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me.
- St. Nepomuk’s Eve. Carlsbad, May 15, 1820.
- The Freebooter.
- Reciprocal.
- Song of the Emigrants.
- Explanation of an Ancient Woodcut Representing Hans Sachs’ Poetical Mission.
- Thoughts On Jesus Christ’s Descent Into Hell.
- Art
- The Drops of Nectar.
- The Wanderer.
- Love As a Landscape-painter.
- Artist’s Evening Song.
- Parables
- Explanation of an Antique Gem.
- Cat-pie.
- Legend.
- The Critic.
- Authors.
- The Dilettante and the Critic.
- Celebrity.
- The Yelpers.
- The Wrangler.
- Joy.
- Playing At Priests.
- Songs.
- Poetry.
- A Parable.
- Cupid and Psyche.
- The Death of the Fly.
- By the River.
- The Fox and Crane.
- The Fox and Huntsman.
- The Stork’s Vocation.
- The Frogs.
- The Wedding.
- Burial.
- Threatening Signs.
- The Buyers.
- The Mountain Village.
- Symbols.
- Three Palinodias.
- Valediction.
- The Country Schoolmaster.
- The Legend of the Horseshoe.
- Epigrams.
- To Originals.
- The Soldier’s Consolation.
- Genial Impulse.
- Neither This Nor That.
- The Way to Behave.
- The Best.
- As Broad As It’s Long.
- Calm At Sea.
- The Rule of Life.
- The Same, Expanded.
- The Fair At Huehenefeld. July 25th, 1814.
- The Little Girl’s Wish.
- Epitaph.
- Admonition.
- My Only Property.
- Old Age.
- Courage.
- Rule For Monarchs.
- Memories.
- Paulo Post Futuri.
- The Fool’s Epilogue.
- On the Divan.
- God and World.
- Prooemion.
- The Metamorphosis of Plants.
- The Sages and the People.
- Rhymed Distichs.
- God, Soul and World.
- Distichs.
- West-eastern Divan.
- Moganni Nameh.
- Hafis Nameh.
- Uschk Nameh.
- Teskir Nameh.
- Rendsch Nameh.
- Hikmet Nameh.
- Timur Nameh.
- Suleika Nameh.
- Safi Nameh.
- Mathal Nameh.
- Parsi Nameh.
- Chuld Nameh.
- Hermann and Dorothea
- Fate and Sympathy.
- Hermann.
- The Burghers.
- Mother and Son.
- The Cosmopolite.
- The Age.
- Dorothea.
- Hermann and Dorothea.
- Conclusion.
THE BRIDE OF CORINTH.
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- ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came,
- Who in Athens liv’d, but hop’d that he
- From a certain townsman there might claim,
- As his father’s friend, kind courtesy.
- Son and daughter, they
- Had been wont to say
- Should thereafter bride and bridegroom be.
-
- But can he that boon so highly priz’d,
- Save ’tis dearly bought, now hope to get?
- They are Christians and have been baptiz’d,
- He and all of his are heathens yet.
- For a newborn creed,
- Like some loathsome weed,
- Love and truth to root out oft will threat.
-
- Father, daughter, all had gone to rest,
- And the mother only watches late;
- She receives with courtesy the guest,
- And conducts him to the room of state.
- Wine and food are brought,
- Ere by him besought;
- Bidding him good-night, she leaves him straight.
-
- But he feels no relish now, in truth,
- For the dainties so profusely spread;
- Meat and drink forgets the wearied youth,
- And, still dress’d, he lays him on the bed.
- Scarce are clos’d his eyes,
- When a form in-hies
- Through the open door with silent tread.
-
- By his glimmering lamp discerns he now
- How, in veil and garment white array’d,
- With a black and gold band round her brow,
- Glides into the room a bashful maid.
- But she, at his sight,
- Lifts her hand so white,
- And appears as though full sore afraid.
-
- “Am I,” cries she, “such a stranger here,
- That the guest’s approach they could not name?
- Ah, they keep me in my cloister drear,
- Well nigh feel I vanquish’d by my shame.
- On thy soft couch now
- Slumber calmly thou!
- I’ll return as swiftly as I came.”
-
- “Stay, thou fairest maiden!” cries the boy,
- Starting from his couch with eager haste:
- “Here are Ceres’, Bacchus’ gifts of joy;
- Amor bringest thou, with beauty grac’d!
- Thou art pale with fear!
- Lov’d one, let us here
- Prove the raptures the Immortals taste.”
-
- “Draw not nigh, O youth! afar remain!
- Rapture now can never smile on me;
- For the fatal step, alas! is ta’en,
- Through my mother’s sick-bed phantasy.
- Cur’d, she made this oath:
- ‘Youth and nature both
- Shall henceforth to Heav’n devoted be.’
-
- “From the house, so silent now, are driven
- All the gods who reign’d supreme of yore;
- One Invisible now rules in heaven,
- On the cross a Saviour they adore.
- Victims slay they here,
- Neither lamb nor steer,
- But the altars reek with human gore.”
-
- And he lists, and ev’ry word he weighs,
- While his eager soul drinks in each sound:
- “Can it be that now before my gaze
- Stands my lov’d one on this silent ground?
- Pledge to me thy troth!
- Through our father’s oath,
- With Heav’n’s blessing will our love be crown’d.”
-
- “Kindly youth, I never can be thine!
- ’Tis my sister they intend for thee.
- When I in the silent cloister pine,
- Ah, within her arms remember me!
- Thee alone I love,
- While love’s pangs I prove;
- Soon the earth will veil my misery.”
-
- “No! for by this glowing flame I swear,
- Hymen hath himself propitious shown:
- Let us to my father’s house repair,
- And thou’lt find that joy is not yet flown.
- Sweetest, here then stay,
- And without delay
- Hold we now our wedding-feast alone!”
-
- Then exchange they tokens of their truth;
- She gives him a golden chain to wear,
- And a silver chalice would the youth
- Give her in return of beauty rare.
- “That is not for me;
- Yet I beg of thee,
- One lock only give me of thy hair.”
-
- Now the ghostly hour of midnight knell’d,
- And she seem’d right joyous at the sign;
- To her pallid lips the cup she held,
- But she drank of nought but blood-red wine.
- For to taste the bread
- There before them spread,
- Nought he spoke could make the maid incline.
-
- To the youth the goblet then she brought,—
- He too quaff’d with eager joy the bowl.
- Love to crown the silent feast he sought,
- Ah! full love-sick was the stripling’s soul.
- From his prayer she shrinks,
- Till at length he sinks
- On the bed and weeps without control.
-
- And she comes, and lays her near the boy:
- “How I grieve to see thee sorrowing so!
- If thou think’st to clasp my form with joy,
- Thou must learn this secret sad to know:
- Yes! the maid, whom thou
- Call’st thy lov’d one now,
- Is as cold as ice, though white as snow.”
-
- Then he clasps her madly in his arm,
- While love’s youthful might pervades his frame:
- “Thou might’st hope, when with me, to grow warm,
- E’en if from the grave thy spirit came!
- Breath for breath, and kiss!
- Overflow of bliss!
- Dost not thou, like me, feel passion’s flame?”
-
- Love still closer rivets now their lips,
- Tears they mingle with their rapture blest,
- From his mouth the flame she wildly sips,
- Each is with the other’s thought possess’d.
- His hot ardor’s flood
- Warms her chilly blood,
- But no heart is beating in her breast.
-
- From the door she will not now remove,
- ’Till she gains full certainty of this;
- And with anger hears she vows of love,
- Soft caressing words of mutual bliss.
- “Hush! the cock’s loud strain!
- But thou’lt come again,
- When the night returns!”—then kiss on kiss.
-
- In her care to see that nought went wrong,
- Now the mother happen’d to draw near;
- At the door long hearkens she, full long,
- Wond’ring at the sounds that greet her ear.
- Tones of joy and sadness,
- And love’s blissful madness,
- As of bride and bridegroom they appear.
-
- Then her wrath the mother cannot hold,
- But unfastens straight the lock with ease:—
- “In this house are girls become so bold,
- As to seek e’en strangers’ lusts to please?”
- By her lamp’s clear glow
- Looks she in,—and oh!
- Sight of horror!—’tis her child she sees.
-
- Fain the youth would, in his first alarm,
- With the veil that o’er her had been spread,
- With the carpet, shield his love from harm;
- But she casts them from her, void of dread,
- And with spirit’s strength,
- In its spectre length,
- Lifts her figure slowly from the bed.
-
- “Mother! mother!”—Thus her wan lips say:
- “May not I one night of rapture share?
- From the warm couch am I chas’d away?
- Do I waken only to despair?
- It contents not thee
- To have driven me
- An untimely shroud of death to wear?
-
- “But from out my coffin’s prison-bounds
- By a wondrous fate I’m forc’d to rove,
- While the blessings and the chaunting sounds
- That your priests delight in, useless prove.
- Water, salt, are vain
- Fervent youth to chain,
- Ah, e’en Earth can never cool down love!
-
- “When that infant vow of love was spoken,
- Venus’ radiant temple smiled on both.
- Mother! thou that promise since hast broken,
- Fetter’d by a strange, deceitful oath.
- Gods, though, hearken ne’er,
- Should a mother swear
- To deny her daughter’s plighted troth.
-
- “From my grave to wander I am forc’d,
- Still to seek The Good’s long-sever’d link,
- Still to love the bridegroom I have lost,
- And the life-blood of his heart to drink;
- When his race is run,
- I must hasten on,
- And the young must ’neath my vengeance sink.
-
- “Beauteous youth! no longer may’st thou live;
- Here must shrivel up thy form so fair;
- Did not I to thee a token give,
- Taking in return this lock of hair?
- View it to thy sorrow!
- Gray thou’lt be to-morrow,
- Only to grow brown again when there.
-
- “Mother, to this final prayer give ear!
- Let a funeral pile be straightway dress’d;
- Open then my cell so sad and drear,
- That the flames may give the lovers rest!
- When ascends the fire
- From the glowing pyre,
- To the gods of old we’ll hasten, bless’d.”
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