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AUTUMN. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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AUTUMN.

    • XXXVIII.

    • LIFE brings fruits unto man! Yet rarely they hang from the branches,
    • Rosy and bright in the sun, greeting, like apples, the eye.
    • XXXIX.

    • Hold the staff of direction o’er life and all its transactions.
    • Leave unto Love and the Muse chance for jovial sport!
    • XL.

    • Preach, for it seemeth you well; we also honor the custom;
    • Yet will the Muse not allow orders peremptorily given.
    • XLI.

    • Seize the lighted torch from Prometheus, O Muse, and inspire us!
    • Seize it from Love, and torment us with ravishing joy.
    • XLII.

    • All creation is Nature’s work. From Zeus on Olympos
    • Flashes the wonderful bolt, building and crushing the world.
    • XLIII.

    • Brothers! do all that ye do with zeal and with love. Both are virtues
    • Lovely for German hearts, easily turn’d from the path.
    • XLIV.

    • 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.
    • XLV.

    • Ever strive for the whole, and if the whole should escape thee,
    • Be, as thou canst, a part useful in forming the whole.
    • XLVI.

    • Knowledge of self is fine, yet when one is treasur’d by others,
    • Object of honor and love, is it not better by far?
    • XLVII.

    • What controls the youth, holds the man, embraces the graybeard,
    • That be thy portion of joy all thy life, lovely child.
    • XLVIII.

    • Willingly age clings to youth, and youth for age has affection;
    • Yet all over the world like is attracted by like.
    • XLIX.

    • Keep in thy heart the vision of worthies: bright constellations,
    • Nature scatter’d them forth, out of measureless space.
    • L.

    • 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.
    • LI.

    • Time gives us much and robs us of much; but the love of thy betters,
    • Graciously bestowed, ever should be thy delight.
    • LII.

    • Were ye, foolish dreamers, able to grasp your ideals,
    • Honor to Nature ye’d pay as her merits deserve.
    • LIII.

    • Honest friend, I will tell thee what thou canst safely believe in:
    • Life is the only thing teaching better than books.
    • LIV.

    • Ev’ry blossom must fall before the fruit will rejoice us;
    • Blossoms and fruit at once only the Muses can give.
    • LV.

    • Truth that hurts I prefer to falsehood giving advantage.
    • Truth, it assuages the pain which perchance it has caus’d.
    • LVI.

    • Does an error hurt? Not always; but making the error
    • Always hurts, and how sore only the sequel can tell.
    • LVII.

    • 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.
    • LVIII.

    • Error is ever at hand. Yet a higher necessity draws us
    • Gently and steadily on, strive as we will, towards Truth.
    • LIX.

    • No one resembles another, yet each resembles the Highest.
    • How can this be explain’d? Each is complete in himself!
    • LX.

    • Why are Genius and Taste so seldom blended in union?
    • Genius hates the curb; Taste is timid at force.
    • LXI.

    • Helpless for moving the world are all the discourses of Reason;
    • Impotent also is she, crush’d in the presence of Art.
    • LXII.

    • Whom do I wish for a reader? He who is freest from bias,
    • Losing himself and the world, living alone in my book.
    • LXIII.

    • He is my dearest friend who walks with me as I struggle;
    • If he invite me to sit, forth I wander alone.
    • LXIV.

    • Ah, how it goes to my heart, that this most excellent spirit,
    • Bent on seeking the goal, uses me as a means.
    • LXV.

    • Praise the child for the toys on which it squanders its pennies
    • Recklessly! Truth, thou wilt be godlike to trader and child.
    • LXVI.

    • What is the method of Nature in joining the good and the evil,
    • Forming man? She thrusts vanity deftly between.
    • LXVII.

    • In susceptible people no good have I ever discover’d.
    • Give them only the chance, rascals they readily turn.
    • LXVIII.

    • Gallomania checks in this degenerate epoch
    • Peaceful culture as once Lutheranism did.
    • LXIX.

    • Whatever in France is past the Germans take up and encourage;
    • For the proudest man flatters the rabble and crawls.
    • LXX.

    • “Darest thou call it the rabble? Where is the rabble?” The people,
    • Could ye get your own way, soon a rabble would be.
    • LXXI.

    • Wherever parties arise each holds itself this side and that side;
    • Many years will elapse ere their centres unite.
    • LXXII.

    • “Those men there are starting a party; what a ridiculous notion!
    • But our party indeed! That is a different thing!”
    • LXXIII.

    • Son, wilt thou always be free? then learn something useful, remaining
    • Quite content with thy lot, never aspiring too high.
    • LXXIV.

    • Who is the nobler man in ev’ry station? Whoever
    • Gives impartial advice, scorning advantage for self.
    • LXXV.

    • 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.
    • LXXVI.

    • What is holy? ’Tis that which binds many spirits in union.
    • Bond, though ever so slight, like the grass on a wreath.
    • LXXVII.

    • What is the holiest? That which binds to-day and forever,
    • Spirits in sympathy close, union of soul unto soul.
    • LXXVIII.

    • Who is the worthiest man in the state? A respectable burgher;
    • Under whatever rule he is the soldiest prop.
    • LXXIX.

    • Who then is really a prince? My own observation has taught me
    • He alone is a prince who has it in him to be.
    • LXXX.

    • Wisdom failing in rulers, right good-will in the people,
    • Force must grasp the helm, else will destruction ensue.
    • LXXXI.

    • Many states have I seen, and that stands high above others,
    • Where the rulers must serve, leaving to others the gain.
    • LXXXII.

    • Only let every being fairly use his advantage,
    • Granting to others their share; then will peace ever reign.
    • LXXXIII.

    • But if none is content with the share that Fate has allotted,
    • Then is the train ready laid always and ever for war.
    • LXXXIV.

    • Twain are the methods of speaking the truth if truth be unwelcome:
    • Frankly that people may know, secretly unto the prince.
    • LXXXV.

    • If thou findest fault with the individual loudly,
    • He will harden his heart as the throng do at praise.
    • LXXXVI.

    • Thou art monarch and knight and thou canst rule and do battle;
    • But if treaties are made call the chancellor’s aid.
    • LXXXVII.

    • Wise, industrious, firm, acquainted with all, understanding
    • High and low alike, thus the minister stands.
    • LXXXVIII.

    • What is the courtier I honor? The keenest and shrewdest. Whatever
    • Yet that he fails to possess comes to his service as man.
    • LXXXIX.

    • Whether thou art the wisest or not who gives an opinion?
    • But—be the upright man both at home and abroad.
    • XC.

    • Whether thou wakest or not we care not, provided thou singest.
    • Sing, O watchman, thy song, sleeping, as multitudes do.
    • XCI.

    • Now, O Autumn, thou strewest only yellowing leaflets.
    • Give me another year full-ripen’d fruit instead.
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