The Hostage (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
O Ita, mother of my heart and mind--My nourisher, my fosterer, my friend,Who taught me first to God's great will ...
IN summer, eighteen fifty-eight, A ship sailed out from Aberdeen; A gilded pet for summer state The little Fox had ...
Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,Still as an infant's joy:There sat upon the rocky shoreA father and his boy.Far off ...
O life! O, vailed destiny!She cried—"within thy hidden handsWhat recompense is waiting meBeyond these naked wintry sands?For lo! The ancient ...
FOR Scotland's and for freedom's rightThe Bruce his part had played, In five successive fields of fightBeen conqured and dismayed; ...
The sailor worn by toil and wet with storms,As in the wished-for port secure he rides,With transport numbers o'er the ...
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear Friend, With ease are written at the top;When those two happy words are penned, ...
Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seasOf Italy, I, sick, remember nowWhat sometimes is forgot in times of ...
You sleep upon your mother's breast,Your race begun,A welcome, long a wished-for Guest,Whose age is One.A Baby-Boy, you wonder whyYou ...
Poor heart, what bitter words we speak When God speaks of resigning! Children, that lay their pretty garlands by So ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
Time fly with greater speed away,Add feathers to thy wings,Till thy haste in flying bringsThat wished-for and expected Day.Comfort's Son ...
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
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