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Rhymed Distichs. - 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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Rhymed Distichs.

GOD, SOUL AND WORLD.

  • WHO trusts in God
  • Fears not His rod.
  • This truth may be by all believ’d:
  • Whom God deceives is well deceiv’d.
  • How? when? and where?—No answer comes from high;
  • Thou wait’st for the Because, and yet thou ask’st not Why?
  • If the whole is ever to gladden thee,
  • That whole in the smallest thing thou must see.
  • Water its living strength first shows
  • When obstacles its course oppose.
  • Transparent appears the radiant air,
  • Though steel and stone in its breast it may bear;
  • At length they’ll meet with fiery power,
  • And metal and stones on the earth will shower.
  • Whate’er a living flame may surround,
  • No longer is shapeless, or earthly bound.
  • ’Tis now invisible, flies from earth,
  • And hastens on high to the place of its birth.

DISTICHS.

  • CHORDS are touch’d by Apollo,—the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth;
  • While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.
  • What is merciful censure? To make thy faults appear smaller?
  • May be to veil them? No, no! O’er them to raise thee on nigh!
  • Democratic food soon cloys on the multitude’s stomach;
  • But I’ll wager, ere long, other thou’lt give them instead.
  • What in France has pass’d by, the Germans continue to practise,
  • For the proudest of men flatters the people and fawns.
  • Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
  • And in their pleasure takes joy, even as though ’twere his own.
  • Not in the morning alone, not only at midday he charmeth;
  • Even at setting, the sun is still the same glorious planet.
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  • TIME mows the thorns and the roses;
  • But the root fresh life-force ever discloses!
  • Tis easier far a wreath to bind,
  • Than a good owner for’t to find.
  • A breach is every day
  • By many a mortal storm’d;
  • Let them fall in the gaps as they may,
  • Yet a heap of dead is ne’er form’d.
  • What harm has thy poor mirror done, alas?
  • Look not so ugly, prithee, in the glass!
  • God gave to mortals birth,
  • In His own image too;
  • Then came Himself to earth,
  • A mortal kind and true.
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  • “NOW what is thy purpose and thy intention
  • In kindling new fire in thy spirit?”
  • My work men only shall mention
  • When I no longer shall hear it.