<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Egmont</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACT I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE drum gives the signal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud rings the shrill fife!<br>My love leads his troops on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full arm'd for the strife,<br>While his hand grasps his lance<br>As they proudly advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My bosom pants wildly!<br>My blood hotly flows!<br>Oh had I a doublet,<br>A helmet, and hose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the gate with bold footstep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I after him hied,--<br>Each province, each country</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Explored by his side.<br>The coward foe trembled<br>Then rattled our shot:<br>What bliss e'er resembled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soldier's glad lot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ACT III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CLARA sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gladness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sadness<br>And pensiveness blending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yearning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And burning<br>In torment ne'er ending;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad unto death,<br>Proudly soaring above;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy alone<br>Is the soul that doth love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418621" data-title="From Egmont de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="ACT I. CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg. THE drum gives the signal! Loud rings the shrill fife! My love leads his troops on Full arm'd for the strife, While his hand grasps his lance As they proudly advance. My bosom pants wild..."></div> </div> </div>

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