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, ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
Do I believe, sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,And what their followers' band boldly and readily ...
Three words will I name thee—around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;But they ...
Full many a shining wit one sees, With tongue on all things well conversing;The what can charm, ...
In cheerful faith that fears no ill The good man doth the world begin;And dreams that all without shall ...
Monument of our own age's shame,On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to meCalm repose ...
Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon, For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, ...
Wouldst thou, my friend, mount up to the highest summit of wisdom, Be not deterred by the ...
Full many a shining wit one sees, With tongue on all things well conversing; The what can charm, the what ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me, And what their followers' band boldly and ...
In cheerful faith that fears no ill The good man doth the world begin; And dreams that all without shall ...
Monument of our own age's shame, On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Threefold is the march of time While the future slow advances, Like a dart the present glances, Silent stands the ...
Three words will I name thee--around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee; But ...
Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon, For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a ...
Wouldst thou, my friend, mount up to the highest summit of wisdom, Be not deterred by the fear, prudence thy ...
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