Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller was a German poet, philosopher, historian, and playwright. During the last seventeen years of his life, Schiller struck up a productive, if complicated, friendship with already famous and influential Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. They frequently discussed issues concerning aesthetics, and Schiller encouraged Goethe to finish works he left as sketches. This relationship and these discussions led to a period now referred to as Weimar Classicism. They also worked together on Xenien, a collection of short satirical poems in which both Schiller and Goethe challenge opponents to their philosophical vision.
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Friedrich Schiller Poems
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; A single wheel impels the whole machine
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and moves forever,
Since thou readest in her what thou thyself hast there written, And, to gladden the eye, placest her wonders in groups;-- Since o'er her boundless expanses thy cords to extend thou art able, Thou dost think that thy mind wonderful Nature can grasp.
The Forum Of Woman
Angel-fair, Walhalla's charms displaying, Fairer than all mortal youths was he; Mild his look, as May-day sunbeams straying Gently o'er the blue and glassy sea.
Fantasie -- To Laura
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic By which soul rejoins its kindred soul!
Love And Desire
The Veiled Statue At Sais
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret learning to explore, Had passed through many a grade with eager haste,
A Funeral Fantasie
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The clouds descend in rain;
Hymn To Joy
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come!
See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those harmonious feet. Ob, are they flying shadows from their native forms set free? Or phantoms in the fairy ring that summer moonbeams see?
Friend And Foe
Ode To Joy
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning, Daughter of Elysium, Fire drunken we are ent’ring
Honor To Woman
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she linketh the loves in their choir In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing,
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''Keep true to the dreams of thy youth.''Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German poet and dramatist.
''The history of the world is the world's court of justice.''Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German dramatist, poet, historian. Inaugural lecture, May 26, 1789, as Professor of History at the University of J...
''They would need to be already wise, in order to love wisdom.''Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German dramatist, poet, essayist. "Eighth Letter," On the Aesthetic Education of Man (1795).
''The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.''Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German dramatist, poet, essayist. "Eighth Letter," On the Aesthetic Education of Man (1795).
''Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.''Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German dramatist, poet, essayist. "Eighth Letter," On the Aesthetic Education of Man (1795).
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Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content,
Needs not the laws it has laborious been
The task of small professors to invent;
A single wheel impels the whole machine
Matter and spirit;--yea, that simple law,
Pervading nature, which our Newton saw.
This taught the spheres, slaves to one golden rein,
Their radiant labyrinths to weave around
Creation's mighty hearts: this made the chain,
Which into interwoven systems bound
All spirits streaming to the spiritual sun
As brooks that ever into ocean run!
Did not the same strong mainspring urge and ...