A Funeral Fantasie (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
By love are blest the gods on high, Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given; 'Tis ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
Does pleasant spring return once more? Does earth her happy youth regain? Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er; Soft ...
Three errors there are, that forever are found On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best; ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Whither was it that my spirit wended When from thee my fleeting shadow moved? Is not now each earthly conflict ...
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and ...
Ye offspring of the morning sun, Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain, Your lives, in joy and bliss begun, ...
Far away, where darkness reigneth, All my dreams of bliss are flown; Yet with love my gaze remaineth Fixed on ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover? Or, there, did my ...
Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict; If her judgment loves not, woman already ...
Before his lion-court, Impatient for the sport, King Francis sat one day; The peers of his realm sat around, And ...
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