The Poems of Goethe - Translated in the original metres by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Say, where now her land? Where, alas, the way? 1775.* ----- WHEN THE FOX DIES, HIS SKIN COUNTS.* (* The name of a game, known in English as "Jack's alight.") WE young people in the shade Sat one sultry day; Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox" With us sought to play. Each one of my friends then sat By his mistress dear; Cupid, blowing out the torch, Said: "The taper's here!" Then we quickly sent around The expiring brand; Each one put it hastily ln his neighbour's hand. |
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