Is a slave ever.
And the Evil Ones then will be gracious."
And that gives the soul delight.Boundless is my joy; yet, Heaven,
The passion that we proved.
Evil ones those roses banish'd,
If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel,
Shed their soft light.Spirits of heav'nly birth,Fairer than sons of earth,Quivering emotions true
Glitter near and gleam afar.Gleam above in clearer night,
Must a world its treasures give;
His dreaded glories shining forth;She sees Him clad in rolling thunder,She sees the rocks all quake with wonder,
Were by Prometheus implored, comfort to give to his race;But though so light to the gods, too heavy for man was their burden,
ODES.Three Odes to my FriendMahomet's SongSpirit Song over the WatersMy GoddessWinter Journey over the Hartz MountainsTo Father Kronos. Written in a Post-chaiseThe Wanderer's Storm SongThe Sea-VoyageThe Eagle and DovePrometheusGanymedeThe Boundaries of HumanityThe Godlike
Then the son thoughtfully answer'd:--"I know not why, but the fact isMy annoyance has graven itself in my mind, and hereafterI could not bear at the piano to see her, or list to her singing."
After laws mighty,Brazen, eternal,Must all we mortalsFinish the circuitOf our existence.