The Power Of Song (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
The foaming stream from out the rock With thunder roar begins to rush,—The oak falls prostrate at ...
The foaming stream from out the rock With thunder roar begins to rush,—The oak falls prostrate at ...
ROSY child, with forehead fair, Coral lip, and shining hair, In whose mirthful, clever eyes Such a world of gladness ...
Things of high import sound I in thine ears,Dear child, though now thou may'st not feel their power;But hoard them ...
The day is done; and, lo! the shades Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.Hark, how those deep, designing maids Feign terror ...
(Caused by "The Ethics of Misquotation" in the November _Atlantic Monthly_.)Quotation! Brother to ...
Sound! sound! sound! O colossal walls and crown'd In one eternal thunder! Sound! sound! sound! O ye oceans overhead, While ...
Why breathes my anxious heart the frequent sigh?Why from my eye-balls drop the ready tear?Is it to mark how present ...
A noble heart is sleeping here,Beneath this lowly mound;With reverence let us draw near,For this is holy ground.The mortal frame ...
Fling out the Anti-slavery flagOn every swelling breeze;And let its folds wave o'er the land,And o'er the raging seas,Till all ...
My life is drear; walking I labour sore;The heart in me is heavy as a stone;And of my sorrows this ...
Spirit of Freemen, wake;No truce with Slavery make,Thy deadly foe;In fair disguises dressed,Too long hast thou caress'dThe serpent in thy ...
Not that broad path chose he, which whoso willsMay tread, if he by pay the fatal price,And for such sweet ...
Troy was! For lo, to other music nowThan in old days bade tower and temple rise,A Troy new-built of fire ...
Were thou and I the white pinionsOn some eager, heaven-born dove,Swift would we mount to the old dominions,To our rest ...
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
The foaming stream from out the rock With thunder roar begins to rush,-- The oak falls prostrate at the shock, ...
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