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Front Page Titles (by Subject) LILY'S MENAGERIE. - Goethe's Works, vol. 1 (Poems)
LILY’S MENAGERIE. - 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.
LILY’S MENAGERIE.
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- THERE’S no menagerie, I vow,
- Excels my Lily’s at this minute;
- She keeps the strangest creatures in it,
- And catches them, she knows not how.
- Oh, how they hop, and run, and rave,
- And their clipp’d pinions wildly wave,—
- Poor princes, who must all endure
- The pangs of love that naught can cure.
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- What is the fairy’s name?—Is’t Lily?—Ask not me!
- Give thanks to Heaven if she’s unknown to thee.
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- Oh, what a cackling, what a shrieking,
- When near the door she takes her stand
- With her food-basket in her hand!
- Oh, what a croaking, what a squeaking!
- Alive all the trees and the bushes appear,
- While to her feet whole troops draw near;
- The very fish within the water clear
- Splash with impatience and their heads protrude;
- And then she throws around the food
- With such a look!—the very gods delighting
- (To say naught of beasts). There begins then a biting,
- A picking, a pecking, a sipping,
- And each o’er the legs of another is tripping,
- And pushing, and pressing, and flapping,
- And chasing, and fuming, and snapping,
- And all for one small piece of bread,
- To which, though dry, her fair hands give a taste,
- As though it in ambrosia had been plac’d.
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- And then her look! the tone
- With which she calls: Pipi! Pipi!
- Would draw Jove’s eagle from his throne;
- Yes, Venus’ turtle-doves, I ween,
- And the vain peacock e’en,
- Would come, I swear,
- Soon as that tone had reach’d them through the air.
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- E’en from a forest dark had she
- Entic’d a bear, unlick’d, ill-bred,
- And by her wiles alluring led
- To join the gentle company,
- Until as tame as they was he:
- (Up to a certain point, be’t understood!)
- How fair, and, ah, how good
- She seem’d to be! I would have drain’d my blood
- To water e’en her flow’rets sweet.
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- Thou sayest: “I! Who? How? And where?”—
- Well, to be plain, good Sirs—I am the bear;
- In a net-apron caught, alas!
- Chain’d by a silk-thread at her feet.
- But how this wonder came to pass
- I’ll tell some day, if ye are curious;
- Just now, my temper’s much too furious.
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- Ah, when I’m in the corner plac’d,
- And hear afar the creatures snapping,
- And see the flipping and the flapping,
- I turn around
- With growling sound,
- And backward run a step in haste,
- And look around
- With growling sound,
- Then run again a step in haste,
- And to my former post go round.
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- But suddenly my anger grows,
- A mighty spirit fills my nose,
- My inward feelings all revolt.
- A creature such as thou! a dolt!
- Pipi, a squirrel able nuts to crack!
- I bristle up my shaggy back,
- Unused a slave to be.
- I’m laugh’d at by each trim and upstart tree
- To scorn. The bowling-green I fly,
- With neatly-mown and well-kept grass;
- The box makes faces as I pass,—
- Into the darkest thicket hasten I,
- Hoping to ’scape from the ring,
- Over the palings to spring!
- Vainly I leap and climb;
- I feel a leaden spell
- That pinions me as well;
- And when I’m fully wearied out in time
- I lay me down beside some mock cascade,
- And roll myself half dead, and foam, and cry,
- And, ah! no Oreads hear my sigh
- Excepting those of china made!
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- But, ah, with sudden power
- In all my members blissful feelings reign!
- ’Tis she who singeth yonder in her bower!
- I hear that darling, darling voice again.
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- The air is warm, and teems with fragrance clear,
- Sings she perchance for me alone to hear?
- I haste, and trample down the shrubs amain;
- The trees make way, the bushes all retreat,
- And so—the beast is lying at her feet.
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- She looks at him: “The monster’s droll enough!
- He’s for a bear too mild,
- Yet for a dog too wild,
- So shaggy, clumsy, rough!”
- Upon his back she gently strokes her foot;
- He thinks himself in Paradise.
- What feelings through his seven senses shoot!
- But she looks on with careless eyes.
- I lick her soles, and kiss her shoes,
- As gently as a bear well may;
- Softly I rise, and with a clever ruse
- Leap on her knee.—On a propitious day
- She suffers it; my ears then tickles she,
- And hits me a hard blow in wanton play;
- I growl with new-born ecstasy;
- Then speaks she in a sweet vain jest, I wot:
- “Allons tout doux! eh! la menotte!
- Et faites serviteur
- Comme un joli seigneur.”
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- Thus she proceeds with sport and glee;
- Hope fills the oft-deluded beast;
- Yet if one moment he would lazy be
- Her fondness all at once hath ceas’d.
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- She doth a flask of balsam-fire possess
- Sweeter than honey-bees can make,
- One drop of which she’ll on her finger take,
- When soften’d by his love and faithfulness,
- Wherewith her monster’s raging thirst to slake;
- Then leaves me to myself, and flies at last,
- And I, unbound, yet prison’d fast
- By magic, follow in her train,
- Seek for her, tremble, fly again.
- The hapless creature thus tormenteth she,
- Regardless of his pleasure or his woe;
- Ha! oft half-open’d does she leave the door for me,
- And sideways looks to learn if I will fly or no.
- And I—O gods! your hands alone
- Can end the spell that’s o’er me thrown;
- Free me, and gratitude my heart will fill;
- And yet from heaven ye send me down no aid—
- Not quite in vain doth life my limbs pervade:
- I feel it! Strength is left me still.
 artist: e wagner. LILI’S MENAGERIE.
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