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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The German Parnassus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'NEATH the shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of these bushes,<br>On the meadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the cooling water gushes.<br>Phoebus gave me, when a boy,<br>All life's fullness to enjoy.<br>So, in silence, as the God<br>Bade them with his sov'reign nod,<br>Sacred Muses train'd my days<br>To his praise.--<br>With the bright and silv'ry flood<br>Of Parnassus stirr'd my blood,<br>And the seal so pure and chaste<br>By them on my lips was placed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With her modest pinions, see,<br>Philomel encircles me!<br>In these bushes, in yon grove,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calls she to her sister-throng,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their heavenly choral song<br>Teaches me to dream of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fullness waxes in my breast<br>Of emotions social, blest;<br>Friendship's nurturedÄlove awakes,--<br>And the silence Phoebus breaks<br>Of his mountains, of his vales,<br>Sweetly blow the balmy gales;<br>All for whom he shows affection,<br>Who are worthy his protection,<br>Gladly follow his direction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This one comes with joyous bearing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with open, radiant gaze;<br>That a sterner look is wearing,<br>This one, scarcely cured, with daring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wakes the strength of former days;<br>For the sweet, destructive flame<br>Pierced his marrow and his frame.<br>That which Amor stole before<br>Phoebus only can restore,<br>Peace, and joy, and harmony,<br>Aspirations pure and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brethren, rise ye!<br>Numbers prize ye!<br>Deeds of worth resemble they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who can better than the bard<br>Guide a friend when gone astray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If his duty he regard,<br>More he'll do, than others may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! afar I hear them sing!<br>Yes! I hear them touch the string,<br>And with mighty godlike stroke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right and duty they inspire,<br>And evoke,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they sing, and wake the lyre,<br>Tendencies of noblest worth,<br>To each type of strength give birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phantasies of sweetest power<br>Flower<br>Round about on ev'ry bough,<br>Bending now<br>Like the magic wood of old,<br>'Neath the fruit that gleams like gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What we feel and what we view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the land of highest bliss,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This dear soil, a sun like this,--<br>Lures the best of women too.<br>And the Muses' breathings blest<br>Rouse the maiden's gentle breast,<br>Tune the throat to minstrelsy,<br>And with cheeks of beauteous dye,<br>Bid it sing a worthy song,<br>Sit the sister-band among;<br>And their strains grow softer still,<br>As they vie with earnest will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One amongst the band betimes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goes to wander<br>By the beeches, 'neath the limes,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yonder seeking, finding yonder<br>That which in the morning-grove<br>She had lost through roguish Love,<br>All her breast's first aspirations,<br>And her heart's calm meditations,<br>To the shady wood so fair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently stealing,<br>Takes she that which man can ne'er</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Duly merit,--each soft feeling,--<br>Disregards the noontide ray<br>And the dew at close of day,Ä</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the plain her path she loses.<br>Ne'er disturb her on her way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seek her silently, ye Muses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shouts I hear, wherein the sound<br>Of the waterfall is drown'd.<br>From the grove loud clamours rise,<br>Strange the tumult, strange the cries.<br>See I rightly? Can it be?<br>To the very sanctuary,<br>Lo, an impious troop in-hies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the land<br>Streams the band;<br>Hot desire,<br>Drunken-fire<br>In their gaze<br>Wildly plays,--<br>Makes their hair<br>Bristle there.<br>And the troop,<br>With fell swoop,<br>Women, men,<br>Coming then,<br>Ply their blows<br>And expose,<br>Void of shame,<br>All the frame.<br>Iron shot,<br>Fierce and hot,<br>Strike with fear<br>On the ear;<br>All they slay<br>On their way.<br>O'er the land<br>Pours the band;<br>All take flight<br>At their sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, o'er ev'ry plant they rush!<br>Ah, their cruel footsteps crush<br>All the flowers that fill their path!<br>Who will dare to stem their wrath?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brethren, let us venture all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Virtue in your pure cheek glows.<br>Phoebus will attend our call</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he sees our heavy woes;<br>And that we may have aright<br>Weapons suited to the fight,<br>He the mountain shaketh now--<br>From its brow<br>Rattling down<br>Stone on stone<br>Through the thicket spread appear.<br>Brethren, seize them! Wherefore fear?<br>Now the villain crew assail,<br>As though with a storm of hail,<br>And expel the strangers wild<br>From these regions soft and mild<br>Where the sun has ever smil'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What strange wonder do I see?<br>Can it be?<br>All my limbs of power are reft.<br>And all strength my hand has left.<br>Can it he?<br>None are strangers that I see!<br>And our brethren 'tis who go<br>On before, the way to show!<br>Oh, the reckless impious ones!<br>How they, with their jarring tones,<br>Beat the time, as on they hie!<br>Quick, my brethren!--let us fly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the rash ones, yet a word!<br>Ay, my voice shall now be heard,<br>As a peal of thunder, strong!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words as poets' arms were made,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the god will he obey'd,<br>Follow fast his darts ere long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it possible that ye<br>Thus your godlike dignity<br>Should forget? The Thyrsus rude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must a heavy burden feel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the hand but wont to steal<br>O'er the lyre in gentle mood.<br>From the sparkling waterfalls,<br>From the brook that purling calls,<br>Shall Silenus' loathsome beast<br>Be allow'd at will to feast?<br>Aganippe's wave he sips<br>With profane and spreading lips,--<br>With ungainly feet stamps madly,<br>Till the waters flow on sadly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain I'd think myself deluded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sadd'ning sounds I hear;<br>From the holy glades secluded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hateful tones assail the ear.<br>Laughter wild (exchange how mournful!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Takes the place of love's sweet dream;<br>Women-haters and the scornful</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In exulting chorus scream.<br>Nightingale and turtle dove</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fly their nests so warm and chaste,<br>And, inflamed with sensual love,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holds the Faun the Nymph embrac'd.<br>Here a garment's torn away,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scoffs succeed their sated bliss,<br>While the god, with angry ray,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looks upon each impious kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vapour, smoke, as from a fire,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And advancing clouds I view;<br>Chords not only grace the lyre,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the bow its chords bath too.<br>Even the adorer's heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreads the wild advancing hand,<br>For the flames that round them dart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Show the fierce destroyer's hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh neglect not what I say,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I speak it lovingly!<br>From our boundaries haste away,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the god's dread anger fly!<br>Cleanse once more the holy place,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn the savage train aside!<br>Earth contains upon its face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a spot unsanctified;<br>Here we only prize the good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stars unsullied round us burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ye, in repentant mood,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From your wanderings would return,--<br>If ye fail to find the bliss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That ye found with us of yore,--<br>Or when lawless mirth like this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gives your hearts delight no more,--<br>Then return in pilgrim guise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gladly up the mountain go,<br>While your strains repentant rise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And our brethren's advent show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let a new-born wreath entwine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solemnly your temples round;<br>Rapture glows in hearts divine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a long-lost sinner's found.<br>Swifter e'en than Lathe's flood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round Death's silent house can play,<br>Ev'ry error of the good</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will love's chalice wash away.<br>All will haste your steps to meet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As ye come in majesty,--<br>Men your blessing will entreat;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ours ye thus will doubly be!</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>
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Of these bushes,
On the meadow

Where the cooling water gushes.
Phoebus gave me, when a boy,
All life's fullness to enjoy.
So, in silence, as the God
Bade them with his sov'reign nod,
Sacred Muses train'd my days
To his praise.-..."></div>
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