The Freebooter,

No door has my house,

No house has my door;
And in and out ever

I carry my store.

No grate has my kitchen,

No kitchen my grate;
Yet roasts it and boils it

Both early and late.

My bed has no trestles,

My trestles no bed;
Yet merrier moments

No mortal e'er led.

My cellar is lofty,

My barn is full deep,
From top to the bottom,

There lie I and sleep.

And soon as I waken,

All moves on its race;
My place has no fixture,

My fixture no place.

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.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

First Loss.

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The Consecrated Spot.

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The New Amadis.

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The Way To Behave.

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Wont And Done.

I Have loved; for the first time with passion I rave!
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Third Ode.

Be void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
Is a possession sad
Upon this changing earth.

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Then winter's gloomy tempests
Never will shadow it o'er.

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Thus did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
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Valediction.

I once was fond of fools,

And bid them come each day;
Then each one brought his tools

The carpenter to play;
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Another to supply,
The wood as trestles using,

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I.

A Master of a country school
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And into the saloon he stalk'd.
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Ne'er having seen the like before.
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A very low and graceful bow,
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A grievous blow, by great ill luck;
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And then in haste his bow repeated.
His right hand neighbor next he hit,
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