The Misanthrope
Read 'The Misanthrope' by 'Johann Wolfgang von Goethe' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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