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 ...
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 ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it ...
By love are blest the gods on high,Frail man becomes a deity When love to him is given;'Tis love that ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the brightIdalia cradles, whose young ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
. 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 ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledgeTo roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land,The priesthood's secret learning to ...
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me, With all thy magic phantasy,—With all the thoughts that joy or grieve ...
The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine, Bright glistens the eye of each guest,When into the hall comes the Minstrel ...
. Yes, my friends!—that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; ...
See in the babe two loveliest flowers united—yet in truth,While in the bud they seem the same—the virgin and the ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look,Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the ...
Past the despairing wail—And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides ...
Who would himself with shadows entertain,Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,Or nurse false hopes that do ...
Take the world! Zeus exclaimed from his throne in the skiesTo the children of man—"take the world I now give;It ...
Beside the brook the boy reclined And wove his flowery wreath,And to the waves the wreath consigned— ...
Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing Went I forth the world to roam—And the dance of youth, the glowing, Left I ...
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed, Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;Yet 'tis not as depicted ...
Within a vale, each infant year, When earliest larks first carol free,To humble shepherds cloth appear ...
From earth I seem to wing my flight,And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets mineI ...
In cheerful faith that fears no ill The good man doth the world begin;And dreams that all without shall ...
To Archimedes once a scholar came,"Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;—The godlike art which gives such ...
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