The Misanthrope.

AT first awhile sits he,

With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,

An owl's they might be now.

What is it, askest thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?

'Tis both at once, I vow.

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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Living Remembrance.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

Song Of Fellowship.

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Love As A Landscape Painter.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

In Summer.

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Venetian Epigrams.

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