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 ...
. 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 ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; ...
. 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 ...
. 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 ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay,And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his prey,Sat ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole—Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic By ...
Before his lion-court,Impatient for the sport, King Francis sat one day;The peers of his realm sat around,And in balcony high ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover?Or, there, did my Minna ...
To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path, The life and death winding dizzy between;In thy desolate way, grim with ...
Beside the brook the boy reclined And wove his flowery wreath,And to the waves the wreath consigned— ...
Ye offspring of the morning sun, Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,Your lives, in joy and bliss begun, In ...
Where sails the ship?—It leads the Tyrian forthFor the rich amber of the liberal north.Be kind, ye seas—winds, lend your ...
Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,The golden seeds thou trustest to the earth;And dost thou doubt the ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; E'en in a moment it ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
Does pleasant spring return once more? Does earth her happy youth regain? Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er; Soft ...
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 ...
Ye offspring of the morning sun, Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain, Your lives, in joy and bliss begun, ...
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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