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, ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
. At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear,Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear.She was so ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright,Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice—Moons wane, and ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
What wonder this?—we ask the lympid well,O earth! of thee—and from thy solemn wombWhat yieldest thou?—is there life in the ...
. Yes, my friends!—that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; ...
Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee—Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee?Who ...
See in the babe two loveliest flowers united—yet in truth,While in the bud they seem the same—the virgin and the ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover?Or, there, did my Minna ...
On the mountain's breezy summit, Where the southern sunbeams shine,Aided by their warming vigor, Nature yields the golden wine.How the ...
Whither was it that my spirit wended When from thee my fleeting shadow moved?Is not now each earthly conflict ended? ...
To Archimedes once a scholar came,"Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;—The godlike art which gives such ...
By no kind Augustus reared,To no Medici endeared, German art arose;Fostering glory smiled not on her,Ne'er with kingly smiles to ...
Thou in truth shouldst be one, yet not with the whole shouldst thou be so. 'Tis through the reason thou'rt ...
If thou anything hast, let me have it,—I'll pay what is proper; If thou anything art, let ...
By no kind Augustus reared, To no Medici endeared, German art arose; Fostering glory smiled not on her, Ne'er with ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
See in the babe two loveliest flowers united--yet in truth, While in the bud they seem the same--the virgin and ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
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