Sicilian Song.

Ye black and roguish eyes,

If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies,

No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,

This plaster wall,Ä
To think one moment, deign,

Shall ii not fall?

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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Chance again to reach thy hand,
At the piano take thy seat,

Where thy friend was wont to stand!

Sweep with finger bold the string,

Then the book one moment see:
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De Gustibus --

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,
(If our loves remain)
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By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies.
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THE drum gives the signal!

Loud rings the shrill fife!
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Full arm'd for the strife,
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My bosom pants wildly!
My blood hotly flows!
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From Faust. Dedication.

Ye shadowy forms, again ye're drawing near,

So wont of yore to meet my troubled gaze!
Were it in vain to seek to keep you here?

Loves still my heart that dream of olden days?
Oh, come then! and in pristine force appear,

Parting the vapor mist that round me plays!
My bosom finds its youthful strength again,
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CHORUS.

To the strand! quick, mount the bark!

If no favouring zephyrs blow,

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And with zeal your prowess mark!

O'er the sea we thus career.

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'Tis heaven's decree, I may not hence away.
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