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 ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
Once to the song and chariot-fight,Where all the tribes of Greece uniteOn Corinth's isthmus joyously,The god-loved Ibycus drew nigh.On him ...
What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
By love are blest the gods on high,Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given;'Tis love that ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the brightIdalia cradles, whose young ...
. 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 ...
. Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many ...
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me, With all thy magic phantasy,—With all the thoughts that joy or grieve ...
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 ...
. Yes, my friends!—that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; ...
When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,My spirit leaves its mortal clay, A statue there I stand;Thy spell controls e'en ...
The clouds fast gather, The forest-oaks roar— A maiden is sitting Beside the ...
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed, Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;Yet 'tis not as depicted ...
Through the world which the Spirit creative and kindFirst formed out of chaos, I fly like the wind,Until on the ...
She sought to breathe one word, but vainly; Too many listeners were nigh;And yet my timid glance read plainly The ...
Ye offspring of the morning sun, Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,Your lives, in joy and bliss begun, In ...
Far away, where darkness reigneth, All my dreams of bliss are flown;Yet with love my gaze remaineth Fixed on one ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
The clouds fast gather, The forest-oaks roar-- A maiden is sitting Beside the green shore,-- The billows are breaking with ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic ...
She sought to breathe one word, but vainly; Too many listeners were nigh; And yet my timid glance read plainly ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
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