For Ever.

The happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,

Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,

Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,
The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer

The wise, the bard alone in visions fair,
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, poet, playwright, and natural philosopher, born on August 28, 1749, and died on March 22, 1832. He is considered one of the most important literary figures of the modern era. Goethe's best-known work, 'Faust,' is a profound exploration of human ambition, desire, and redemption. His contributions extend beyond literature into various fields, including science and politics. His writings and thoughts have had a lasting influence on Western culture.

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Legend.

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He Who With Life

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First Loss.

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Heap up a maiden's lap with gold;
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Wouldst thou e'er see those joys unfold.
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Oh youth, thou must thyself restrain!
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June.

She behind yon mountain lives,
Who my love's sweet guerdon gives.
Tell me, mount, how this can be!
Very glass thou seem'st to me,
And I seem to be close by,
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Trilogy Of Passion.

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Once more, then, much-wept shadow, thou dost dare

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Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.

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And we 'mid Paradise-like raptures plac'd,
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Song Of Fellowship.

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That love and wine prolong,
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He kindled first our flame,

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The Loving One Writes.

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The pledge thy lips to mine convey, the kiss,

He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this,
Can he in aught beside find happiness?

Removed from thee, friend-sever'd, in distress,

These thoughts I vainly struggle to dismiss:

They still return to that one hour of bliss,
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The Bliss Of Absence.

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From thy loved one's eyes all day,

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Better rule no lover knows,
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When far sever'd from her sight.

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