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, ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
RUINS! A charm is in the word: It makes us smile, it makes us sigh, 'Tis like the note of ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
I attach no importance to lifeI pin not the least of life's butterflies to importanceI do not matter to lifeBut ...
IN Life's first dawn, ere Reason's rayRising sheds the promis'd day,Gay Novelty officious flies,With mantle dipt in heav'nly dies;Trifles than ...
Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells,In the silvery San Juan with its streamlet and dells;Whose mountainous summits, so rugged ...
ALL day within me, sweet and clearThe song you sang is ringing.At night in my half-dreaming earI hear you singing, ...
A beauty like young womanhood's Upon the green earth lies,And June's sweet smile hath waked again All summer's harmonies.The insects ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
The poetry of earth is fading fast; It hath no region it can call its own; The dim, religious light ...
FULL oft beneath the steril soil conceal'd, The richest veins of golden treasures lie;So genius may, her glory unreveal'd, ...
You said the word that enamorsMy hearing. You already forgot. Good.Sleep peacefully. Your face shouldBe serene and beautiful at all ...
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
O ONCE I lov'd a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
You said the word that enamors My hearing. You already forgot. Good. Sleep peacefully. Your face should Be serene and ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
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