The Wedding.

A Feast was in a village spread,
It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found,
And saw the couples whirling round,
Each lass attended by her lad,
And all seem'd loving, blithe, and glad;
But on my asking for the bride,
A fellow with a stare, replied:
"'Tis not the place that point to raise!

We're only dancing in her honour;
We now have danced three nights and days,

And not bestowed one thought upon her."


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Whoe'er in life employs his eyes
Such cases oft will recognise.

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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The Happy Couple.

After these vernal rains

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With blessings sweet are fraught!
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Here dwells still rapture true.

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The Wedding Night.

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The room with incense-clouds is fil'd,

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I slept, 'twas midnight, in my bosom woke,

As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
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Anniversary Song.

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The garden all alone?
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And suffered her no rest;
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The cook's by him ador'd;
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TOGETHER at the altar we
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Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
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I then would steal, while none were by.

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The joy those happy hours gave too,

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