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, ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
An die FreudeFreude, schoener Goetterfunken,Tochter aus Elysium,Wir betreten feuertrunken,Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.Deine Zauber binden wiederWas der Mode Schwert geteiltBettler werden FuerstenbruederWo ...
. At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At ...
What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright,Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice—Moons wane, and ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
Does pleasant spring return once more? Does earth her happy youth regain?Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er; Soft brooklets ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow.Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,Thy tears themselves ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium,Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come!Fashion's laws, ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledgeTo roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land,The priesthood's secret learning to ...
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,Daughter of Elysium,Fire drunken we are ent'ringHeavenly, thy holy home!Thy enchantments bind together,What did custom stern ...
Heavy and solemn,A cloudy column, Through the green plain they marching came!Measure less spread, like a table dread,For the ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole—Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic By ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look,Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the ...
When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,My spirit leaves its mortal clay, A statue there I stand;Thy spell controls e'en ...
Past the despairing wail—And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides ...
Lovely he looks, 'tis true, with the light of his torch now extinguished;But remember that death is not aesthetic, my ...
At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
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