Farewell, Wilhelm |
I am grateful to your love, Wilhelm, for having repeated youradvice so seasonably. Yes, you are right: it is undoubtedlybetter that I should depart. But I do not entirely approve yourscheme of retur...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 17:01:00 GMT |
I will make things better |
What is the matter with me, dear Wilhelm? I am afraid of myself!Is not my love for her of the purest, most holy, and most brotherlynature? Has my soul ever been sullied by a single sensual desire?bu...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
I am unafraid to die |
Dear Wilhelm, I am reduced to the condition of those unfortunatewretches who believe they are pursued by an evil spirit. SometimesI am oppressed, not by apprehension or fear, but by an inexpressiblei...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:19:00 GMT |
oh, for cold monotony |
How her image haunts me! Waking or asleep, she fills my entiresoul! Soon as I close my eyes, here, in my brain, where all thenerves of vision are concentrated, her dark eyes are imprinted.Here -- I ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
a tormenting air |
I implore your attention. It is all over with me. I can supportthis state no longer. To-day I was sitting by Charlotte. She wasplaying upon her piano a succession of delightful melodies, withsuch ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 05:06:00 GMT |
can you believe it? |
Wilhelm, the man about whom I wrote to you -- that man so enviablein his misfortunes -- was secretary to Charlotte's father; and anunhappy passion for her which he cherished, concealed, and atlength d...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:27:00 GMT |
thoughts upon a nosegay-gatherer |
I shall never be myself again! Wherever I go, some fatality occursto distract me. Even to-day alas -- for our destiny! alas forhuman nature!About dinner-time I went to walk by the river-si...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:04:00 GMT |
for indeed I am a wretched bastard |
Oftentimes I say to myself, "Thou alone art wretched: all othermortals are happy, none are distressed like thee!" Then I reada passage in an ancient poet, and I seem to understand my ownheart.&n...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:12:00 GMT |
to kiss her lips |
She is sensible of my sufferings. This morning her look piercedmy very soul. I found her alone, and she was silent: she steadfastlysurveyed me. I no longer saw in her face the charms...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT |
I cannot pray |
I cannot pray, "Leave her to me !" and yet she often seems tobelong to me. I cannot pray, "Give her to me!" for she isanother's. In this way I affect mirth over my troubles; and,if I had t...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 04:59:00 GMT |
