From Gotz Von Berlichingen.

ACT II.

LIEBETRAUT plays and sings.

His bow and dart bearing,
And torch brightly flaring,

Dan Cupid on flies;
With victory laden,
To vanquish each maiden

He roguishly tries.

Up! up!

On! on!
His arms rattle loudly,
His wings rustle proudly,
And flames fill his eyes.

Then finds he each bosom

Defenseless and bare;
They gladly receive him

And welcome him there.
The point of his arrows

He lights in the glow;
They clasp him and kiss him

And fondle him so.
He e o! Pap!

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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Past full many a rock must steers
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When the storm has ceased to break,
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WITHIN the chamber, far away

From the glad feast, sits Love in dread
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Oh, Magdeberg the town!
Fair maids thy beauty crown,
Thy charms fair maids and matrons crown;
Oh, Magdeburg the town!

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Advance fierce Tilly's bands;
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Advance fierce Tilly's bands.

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The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery.

Whence comes our friend so hastily,

When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?
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The brook appears to hem his path,

Would he barefooted o'er it go?
Why curse his orisons in wrath,

Across those heights beclad with snow?

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How fearful his disgrace had been!
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His wallet from him has been torn;
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After these vernal rains

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Dear wife, see how our plains

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We cast our distant gaze

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Here dwells still rapture true.

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