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The Eve Of Waterloo Darkness Prometheus She walks in Beauty And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair The Glove Phantasy - To Laura Rapture - To Laura The Secret Of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni My lady carries love within her eyes Death, always cruel Of Beauty and Duty To Luna To the Distant One The Fisherman The Castle on the Mountain The Raven The Lake Alone A Dream Within a Dream On His Blindness On His Deceased Wife To the Lady Margaret Ley Light |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To the Distant OneLowest airfares - great deals on lowest airfares Low Air Fare - get a low air fare And have I lost thee evermore, Hast thou, oh, fair one, from me flown? Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore, Thine every word, thine every tone. As when at morn the wanderer's eye Attempts to pierce the air in vain, When, hidden in the azure sky, The lark high o'er him chants his strain: So do I cast my troubled gaze Through bush, through forest, o'er the lea; Thou art invoked by all my lays; Oh, come then, loved one, back to me! |