Living
The Misanthrope
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1853) · From Songs
Living
AT first awhile sits he,
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,--
An owl's they might be now.
What is it, askest thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?
'Tis both at once, I vow.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “The Misanthrope.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/21/.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “The Misanthrope.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/21/.
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