The Lay Of The Bell (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
. 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 ...
. 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 ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay,And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his prey,Sat ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledgeTo roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land,The priesthood's secret learning to ...
. 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 ...
Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed,When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out.Greekism,—what did it mean?—'Twas ...
Once to the song and chariot-fight, Where all the tribes of Greece unite On Corinth's isthmus joyously, The god-loved Ibycus ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
The clouds fast gather, The forest-oaks roar-- A maiden is sitting Beside the green shore,-- The billows are breaking with ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed, When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out. Greekism,--what did ...
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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