How, in the light of morning, Round me thou glowest, Spring, thou beloved one! With thousand-varying loving bliss The sacred emotions Born of thy warmth eternal Press 'gainst my bosom,...
Thus roll I, never taking ease, My tub, like Saint Diogenes, Now serious am, now seek to please; Now love and hate in turn one sees; The motives now are those, now these; Now nothings, now realities....
In the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd, In the Winter night, in the forest wild, I heard the wolves with their ravenous howl, I heard the screaming note of the owl:
Who trusts in God, Fears not His rod. - This truth may be by all believed: Whom God deceives, is well deceived. - How? when? and where? No answer comes from high;...
Say, which Immortal Merits the highest reward? With none contend I, But I will give it To the aye-changing, Ever-moving Wondrous daughter of Jove. His best-beloved offspring....
Klopstock would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager the homely acorn alone must content us; Yet he himself his more-than-epic crusade is conducting...
Once I held a well-carved brimming goblet, In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it, Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow. ...