Friedrich von Schiller Poems on Youth (66 Poems)

The Artists (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood’s prime,With unlocked senses, with a spirit freed,Of firmness mild,—though silent, rich in deed, The ripest son of Time,Through meekness great, through precepts strong,Through … Continue reading →

The Lay Of The Bell (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The bell that shall be born to-day!Who would honor obtain,With the sweat and the pain,The praise that man gives … Continue reading →

The Fight With The Dragon (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In crowds they gather hastily,And, on his steed, a noble knightAmid the rabble, meets my sight;Behind him—prodigy unknown!—A monster fierce they’re … Continue reading →

The Walk (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! Thee, too, I hail, thou smiling plain, and ye murmuring lindens, Ay, and the chorus so glad, cradled … Continue reading →

The Driver (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its depths a goblet of gold, Already the waters over it flow.The man who can bring back the goblet to me,May … Continue reading →

Hero And Leander (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight’s liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them swells,And roaring cleaves the Dardanelles, The rock-gates of the deep!Hear you the sea, whose stormy wave, From Asia, Europe clove … Continue reading →

The Infanticide (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock’s slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it so—prepare, my soul is ready, Companions of the grave—the rest for crime!Now take, O world! my last farewell—receiving My parting … Continue reading →

The Triumph Of Love (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

By love are blest the gods on high,Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given;‘Tis love that makes the heavens shineWith hues more radiant, more divine, And turns dull earth to heaven! In Pyrrha’s rear (so poets … Continue reading →

The Fortune-Favo (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the brightIdalia cradles, whose young lips the rodOf eloquent Hermes kindles—to whose eyes,Scarce wakened yet, Apollo steals in light, While on imperial brows Jove sets … Continue reading →

Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)

Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster’s towers! Bearing out a youth, they slowly go;Yes! a youth—unripe yet for the bier, Gathered in the spring-time of his days,Thrilling yet … Continue reading →