Thoughtfully wandering on, over each time-hallow'd spot.Thou dost honour still more the worthy relics created
But he feels no relish now, in truth,
BRETHREN, what bequest to you should comeFrom the lowly poor man, going home,Whom ye younger ones with patience tended,Whose last days ye honour'd and defended?
Then, as on pinions, soar'd above my head:My gaze could now on no fair view repose,
Alone I'll rejoice,
So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS!Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the glasses ring clear,
And the maiden was alone.Lips were silent, eyes downcast
As already mentioned, the latter contained the whole of thePoems of Schiller. It is impossible, in anything like the samecompass, to give all the writings of Goethe comprised under thegeneral title of Gedichte, or poems. They contain between 30,000and 40,000 verses, exclusive of his plays. and similar works.Very many of these would be absolutely without interest to theEnglish reader,--such as those having only a local application,those addressed to individuals, and so on. Others again, fromtheir extreme length, could only be published in separatevolumes. But the impossibility of giving all need form noobstacle to giving as much as possible; and it so happens thatthe real interest of Goethe's Poems centres in those classes ofthem which are not too diffuse to run any risk when translated ofoffending the reader by their too great number. Those by far themore generally admired are the Songs and Ballads, which are about150 in number, and the whole of which are contained in thisvolume (with the exception of one or two of the former, whichhave been, on consideration, left out by me owing to theirtrifling and uninteresting nature). The same may be said of theOdes, Sonnets, Miscellaneous Poems, &c.
With twelve solemn strokes to tell!
In vain ye call, in vain would lure me on;True my heart speaks,--but with itself alone.
A regal banquet held he
Come! I long to make my preyYonder pretty little dear!"