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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 - The FishermanCheap air plane tickets - get the cheap air plane tickets Lowest Airfare Search - service offering lowest airfare search The water rushed, the water swelled, A fisherman sat by, And gazed upon his dancing float With tranquil-dreaming eye. And as he sits, and as he looks, The gurgling waves arise; A maid, all bright with water drops, Stands straight before his eyes. She sang to him, she spake to him: "My fish why dost thou snare, With human wit and human guile, Into the killing air? Couldst see how happy fishes live Under the stream so clear, Thyself would plunge into the stream, And live for ever there. "Bathe not the lovely sun and moon Within the cool, deep sea, And with wave-breathing faces rise In twofold witchery? Lure not the misty heaven-deeps, So beautiful and blue? Lures not thine image, mirrored in The Fresh eternal dew? The water rushed, the water swelled, It clasped his feet, I wis' A thrill went through his yearning heart, As when two lovers kiss! She spake to him, she sang to him: Resistless was her strain; Half drew him in, half lured him in; He ne'er was seen again. |
