Front Page Titles (by Subject) The Four Seasons. - Goethe's Works, vol. 1 (Poems)
The Four Seasons. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) 
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.
- Sound, Sweet Song.
- To the Kind Reader.
- The New Amadis
- When the Fox Dies, His Skin Counts.
- The Heathrose.
- Blindman’s Buff.
- The Coy One.
- The Convert.
- The Muses’ Son.
- Like and Like.
- Reciprocal Invitation to the Dance.
- Declaration of War.
- Lover In All Shapes.
- The Goldsmith’s Apprentice.
- Joy and Sorrow.
- 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.
- Living Remembrance.
- The Bliss of Absence.
- To Luna.
- The Wedding Night.
- Mischievous Joy.
- The Exchange.
- November Song.
- To the Chosen One.
- First Loss.
- Proximity of the Beloved One.
- To the Distant One.
- By the River.
- Night Song.
- Calm At Sea.
- The Prosperous Voyage.
- 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.
- 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.
- Vanitas! Vanitatum Vanitas!
- Swiss Song.
- Fortune of War.
- Open Table.
- The Reckoning.
- Ergo Bibamus!
- Finnish Song.
- Gypsy Song.
- From Wilhelm Meister.
- The Same.
- The Harper.
- 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.
- The Pariah’s Thanks.
- The First Walpurgis-night.
- Death-lament of the Noble Wife of Asan Aga.
- Leopold, Duke of Brunswick. 1785.
- To the Husbandman.
- Anacreon’s Grave.
- The Brethren.
- Measure of Time.
- The Chosen Cliff.
- The Consecrated Spot.
- The Instructors.
- The Unequal Marriage.
- The Muse’s Mirror.
- PhŒbus and Hermes.
- The New Amor.
- The Garlands.
- The Swiss Alps.
- Roman Elegies.
- Alexis and Dora.
- Venice, 1790.
- The Four Seasons.
- The Friendly Meeting.
- In a Word.
- The Maiden Speaks.
- Food In Travel.
- The Loving One Writes.
- The Loving One Once More.
- She Cannot End.
- The Christmas-box.
- The Warning.
- The Doubters and the Lovers.
- The Epochs.
- 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.
- The Eagle and Dove.
- The Boundaries of Humanity.
- The Godlike.
- Royal Prayer.
- Human Feelings.
- Lily’s Menagerie.
- Love’s Distresses.
- To His Coy One.
- The Musagetes.
- Morning Lament.
- The Visit.
- The Magic Net.
- The Goblet.
- Night Thoughts.
- To Lida.
- From an Album of 1604.
- To the Rising Full Moon.
- At Midnight Hour.
- Lines On Seeing Schiller’s Skull.
- Trilogy of Passion.
- To Werther.
- Ever and Everywhere.
- Next Year’s Spring.
- Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me.
- St. Nepomuk’s Eve. Carlsbad, May 15, 1820.
- The Freebooter.
- Song of the Emigrants.
- Explanation of an Ancient Woodcut Representing Hans Sachs’ Poetical Mission.
- Thoughts On Jesus Christ’s Descent Into Hell.
- The Drops of Nectar.
- The Wanderer.
- Love As a Landscape-painter.
- Artist’s Evening Song.
- Explanation of an Antique Gem.
- The Critic.
- The Dilettante and the Critic.
- The Yelpers.
- The Wrangler.
- Playing At Priests.
- 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.
- Threatening Signs.
- The Buyers.
- The Mountain Village.
- Three Palinodias.
- The Country Schoolmaster.
- The Legend of the Horseshoe.
- 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.
- My Only Property.
- Old Age.
- Rule For Monarchs.
- Paulo Post Futuri.
- The Fool’s Epilogue.
- On the Divan.
- God and World.
- The Metamorphosis of Plants.
- The Sages and the People.
- Rhymed Distichs.
- God, Soul and World.
- 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.
- The Burghers.
- Mother and Son.
- The Cosmopolite.
- The Age.
- Hermann and Dorothea.
The Four Seasons.
Lovely children large and small
All the Four our hearts enthrall.
- ULL ye Distichs, awake! Ye lively youths in your joyance!
- Rich are gardens and fields! Bring ye blossoms for wreaths.
- Rich is the meadow in flowers; yet the eye cannot claim all their beauty.
- Others bloom for the heart. Reader, now choose for thyself!
- Rosebud! thou art the flower of the maiden, rosy and blooming;
- Symbol of queenly guise, symbol of modest deport.
- Violets cluster’d together and bound in a delicate nosegay
- Making one flower; ’tis thou, home-loving maiden, I mean!
- One whom I knew, like a lily was slender. Purity cloth’d her
- Pridelike. Such splendor of garb Solomon sure never saw.
- Lovely the Columbine stands and hangs his radiant head down:
- Petulance is it, or pride? Answer me now if you can!
- Many odorous bells thou swingest, O Hyacinth, gayly,
- Yet nor fragrance or bells have the gift to attract.
- Hesperus! thee in the garish day men pass without noting;
- When the nightingale sings, then thy glory appears.
- Thou, Tuberose, art haughty, and thou rejoicest in freedom,
- Yet—away from my sight! Come not nigh to my heart!
- Glowing the Poppy I see in the distance; when I come nearer,
- Ah! then I learn thee too late! thou that apest the Rose.
- Tulips, I know ye are scorn’d by those who take pride in æsthetics;
- Courage! a thought that’s robust needs a lusty leaf.
- Pinks! how lovely ye are! Yet ye all resemble each other.
- Who can distinguish? Not I! How then, pray, can I choose?
- Flush with the colors of dawn Ranunculus, Tulips and Asters!
- Here is a dark fragrant flower, puts you all to the blush.
- Crowsfoot! none of thy sisters attract me; desire ye awake not;
- Yet, commingled in beds, pleasure ye give to the eye.
- Tell me what perfumes the chamber? Mignonette, fragrant and pleasing,
- Colorless, shapeless and still, modest and sensible plant.
- Ornament fit for the garden, where’er thou appearest, thou sayest:
- “Ceres, the Queen, with her hand scatter’d me forth with the grain.”
- Sweetest of dainty flowers! thy eyes so tender they whisper
- Always, “Forget-me-not!” always, “Forget not thy friend!”
- If from the eye of the mind the forms of the flowers should all vanish,
- Eleonore! thy face would’st ever remain in my heart!
- TERRIBLE, Love shows himself unto me! Ye Muses, awaken
- Harmonies out of the pain stirr’d by the God in my heart.
- Written scrolls I possess which scholars and monarchs might covet.
- For my beloved she writes words that I turn into verse!
- As in Winter the grain only slowly sprouts, but in Summer
- Hastens to push into bloom, so was my yearning for thee!
- Ever it seem’d to me that forests, fields, mountains and gardens
- Were but symbols of space; Love, thou makest them real.
- Space and Time to my mind are idle phantoms of fancy;
- But the corner with thee, dearest, seems without bounds.
- Care, she sits in the saddle with thee; she embarks in the vessel.
- Zealous is Care, but Love follows us up with more zeal.
- Hard is the conquest of Passion, but if she be strengthen’d by Custom,
- Ancient ally and friend, she’s an invincible foe!
- What is the scroll that twice and thrice I read in succession?
- Manuscripts sent by my love, written warm from her heart.
- She is my joy, but perchance she deceives me. O poets and singers,
- Mimics! much ye might learn, knowing my sweetheart, my love!
- All the joy of the poet in shaping his verse to perfection,
- Sympathizing Love, that inspir’d him, feels.
- Think you an epigram short to express a sentiment for thee?
- Why, Love, how can that be! Isn’t a kiss far more short?
- Know’st thou, O friend, the splendid poison of love unrequited?
- Burning, it gives fresh strength; wasting the flesh it renews.
- Know’st thou the splendid working of love that has found its ideal?
- Bodies it binds in sweet union, spirits are freed.
- True love is that which always and ever remains without changing
- When it is granted all, all things being denied.
- All the world I would like, so all to share with my darling;
- All the world would I give, if she were only mine.
- When a loving heart is pain’d and must suffer in silence,
- Rhadamanthus himself could not imagine such pangs.
- “Why do I fade so soon, O Zeus?” ask’d Beauty in sorrow.
- “Ah,” said the father of gods, “only the beautiful fades.”
- Love and youth and the dew and the flowers heard the hard saying;
- All turn’d their faces away, weeping, from Jupiter’s throne.
- Live while we may and love; for life and love are both fleeting.
- Fate, thou cuttest the threads! Both must come to an end!
- LIFE brings fruits unto man! Yet rarely they hang from the branches,
- Rosy and bright in the sun, greeting, like apples, the eye.
- Hold the staff of direction o’er life and all its transactions.
- Leave unto Love and the Muse chance for jovial sport!
- Preach, for it seemeth you well; we also honor the custom;
- Yet will the Muse not allow orders peremptorily given.
- Seize the lighted torch from Prometheus, O Muse, and inspire us!
- Seize it from Love, and torment us with ravishing joy.
- All creation is Nature’s work. From Zeus on Olympos
- Flashes the wonderful bolt, building and crushing the world.
- Brothers! do all that ye do with zeal and with love. Both are virtues
- Lovely for German hearts, easily turn’d from the path.
- Children toss the ball to the wall and catch it rebounding;
- This is a game that I like play’d by the friend of my choice.
- Ever strive for the whole, and if the whole should escape thee,
- Be, as thou canst, a part useful in forming the whole.
- Knowledge of self is fine, yet when one is treasur’d by others,
- Object of honor and love, is it not better by far?
- What controls the youth, holds the man, embraces the graybeard,
- That be thy portion of joy all thy life, lovely child.
- Willingly age clings to youth, and youth for age has affection;
- Yet all over the world like is attracted by like.
- Keep in thy heart the vision of worthies: bright constellations,
- Nature scatter’d them forth, out of measureless space.
- Who is the luckiest man? ’Tis he who has wisdom to welcome
- Service of others and feel joy like his own in his friend’s.
- Time gives us much and robs us of much; but the love of thy betters,
- Graciously bestowed, ever should be thy delight.
- Were ye, foolish dreamers, able to grasp your ideals,
- Honor to Nature ye’d pay as her merits deserve.
- Honest friend, I will tell thee what thou canst safely believe in:
- Life is the only thing teaching better than books.
- Ev’ry blossom must fall before the fruit will rejoice us;
- Blossoms and fruit at once only the Muses can give.
- Truth that hurts I prefer to falsehood giving advantage.
- Truth, it assuages the pain which perchance it has caus’d.
- Does an error hurt? Not always; but making the error
- Always hurts, and how sore only the sequel can tell.
- Never so dear to us seem as our own the children of others;
- Error, the child of our hearts, claims so much of our love.
- Error is ever at hand. Yet a higher necessity draws us
- Gently and steadily on, strive as we will, towards Truth.
- No one resembles another, yet each resembles the Highest.
- How can this be explain’d? Each is complete in himself!
- Why are Genius and Taste so seldom blended in union?
- Genius hates the curb; Taste is timid at force.
- Helpless for moving the world are all the discourses of Reason;
- Impotent also is she, crush’d in the presence of Art.
- Whom do I wish for a reader? He who is freest from bias,
- Losing himself and the world, living alone in my book.
- He is my dearest friend who walks with me as I struggle;
- If he invite me to sit, forth I wander alone.
- Ah, how it goes to my heart, that this most excellent spirit,
- Bent on seeking the goal, uses me as a means.
- Praise the child for the toys on which it squanders its pennies
- Recklessly! Truth, thou wilt be godlike to trader and child.
- What is the method of Nature in joining the good and the evil,
- Forming man? She thrusts vanity deftly between.
- In susceptible people no good have I ever discover’d.
- Give them only the chance, rascals they readily turn.
- Gallomania checks in this degenerate epoch
- Peaceful culture as once Lutheranism did.
- Whatever in France is past the Germans take up and encourage;
- For the proudest man flatters the rabble and crawls.
- “Darest thou call it the rabble? Where is the rabble?” The people,
- Could ye get your own way, soon a rabble would be.
- Wherever parties arise each holds itself this side and that side;
- Many years will elapse ere their centres unite.
- “Those men there are starting a party; what a ridiculous notion!
- But our party indeed! That is a different thing!”
- Son, wilt thou always be free? then learn something useful, remaining
- Quite content with thy lot, never aspiring too high.
- Who is the nobler man in ev’ry station? Whoever
- Gives impartial advice, scorning advantage for self.
- Know’st thou how even the small may be great? By doing their duty,
- Small though it be; the great needs must do just the same.
- What is holy? ’Tis that which binds many spirits in union.
- Bond, though ever so slight, like the grass on a wreath.
- What is the holiest? That which binds to-day and forever,
- Spirits in sympathy close, union of soul unto soul.
- Who is the worthiest man in the state? A respectable burgher;
- Under whatever rule he is the soldiest prop.
- Who then is really a prince? My own observation has taught me
- He alone is a prince who has it in him to be.
- Wisdom failing in rulers, right good-will in the people,
- Force must grasp the helm, else will destruction ensue.
- Many states have I seen, and that stands high above others,
- Where the rulers must serve, leaving to others the gain.
- Only let every being fairly use his advantage,
- Granting to others their share; then will peace ever reign.
- But if none is content with the share that Fate has allotted,
- Then is the train ready laid always and ever for war.
- Twain are the methods of speaking the truth if truth be unwelcome:
- Frankly that people may know, secretly unto the prince.
- If thou findest fault with the individual loudly,
- He will harden his heart as the throng do at praise.
- Thou art monarch and knight and thou canst rule and do battle;
- But if treaties are made call the chancellor’s aid.
- Wise, industrious, firm, acquainted with all, understanding
- High and low alike, thus the minister stands.
- What is the courtier I honor? The keenest and shrewdest. Whatever
- Yet that he fails to possess comes to his service as man.
- Whether thou art the wisest or not who gives an opinion?
- But—be the upright man both at home and abroad.
- Whether thou wakest or not we care not, provided thou singest.
- Sing, O watchman, thy song, sleeping, as multitudes do.
- Now, O Autumn, thou strewest only yellowing leaflets.
- Give me another year full-ripen’d fruit instead.
- WATER is body and substance in flux. The stage that is newest
- Shines in the glow of the sun held by the shimmering shores.
- Truly it seems like a vision! Life in significant pictures
- Hovers earnest and fair over the far-gleaming plains.
- Countless centuries frozen, like ice, stretch off in our vision;
- Reason and Sympathy glide dim in the background away.
- Only the level plain conditions the whirl of existence:
- If it be smooth we all reck not of danger at hand.
- All are striving and hasting, seeking and fleeing each other;
- Yet our courses are fix’d over the slippery plain.
- Hither and thither they glide, the pupils and master together,
- And the common folk holding the middle way.
- Every one must show what he can; not praise and not glory
- Kept this man from the goal, drove that other one on.
- You who praise the bungler, the Master’s detractors, I see you,
- Dumb with impotent rage, standing here on the shore.
- Novice! thou totterest clumsily shunning, the dangerous mirror.
- Keep up thy heart! thou wilt be soon the pride of the course.
- Wilt thou already show prowess, and art not confident? Nonsense!
- Only from well-pois’d force gleams true happiness forth.
- Falls are the fortune of man; the pupil must fall, and the master
- Also will meet with mishaps; let him beware how he strikes.
- If the skilfullest skater but fall, the idle spectators
- Laugh, as over their cups men boast of whipping their foes.
- Glide away joyfully, giving advice to the novice beginning;
- Take full pride in thy leadership, joy in the day.
- See! already the Spring is at hand. The hurrying waters
- Waste the ice from below, gentler sunbeams above.
- This generation is vanish’d, scatter’d the radiant circles.
- Fishers and sailors once more claim the swift-rolling stream.
- Swim, thou wonderful floe, away, and if thou shalt never
- Join the sea as a floe, drop by drop thou may’st come.