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Слушать(AI)The Same
SH'D on the hill Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr The
Softly are press'd;
The woodbird's asleep on the bough.
Wait, then, and
Soon wilt find rest.
Written at night on the Kickelhahn, a hill in the forest
Ilmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage where Goethe composedthe last act of his Iphigenia.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His works include: four novels; epic and lyric po
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