Friedrich Schiller

(10 November 1759 – 9 May 1805 / Marbach, Württemberg)

Friedrich Schiller Poems

1. A Funeral Fantasie 1/1/2004
2. A Peculiar Ideal 1/1/2004
3. A Problem 1/1/2004
4. Amalia 1/1/2004
5. Archimedes 1/1/2004
6. Astronomical Writings 1/1/2004
7. Beauteous Individuality 1/1/2004
8. Breadth And Depth 1/1/2004
9. Carthage 1/1/2004
10. Cassandra 1/1/2004
11. Columbus 1/1/2004
12. Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song 1/1/2004
13. Dangerous Consequences 1/1/2004
14. Difference Of Station 1/1/2004
15. Different Destinies 1/1/2004
16. Dithyramb 1/1/2004
17. Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man 1/1/2004
18. Elysium 1/1/2004
19. Evening 1/1/2004
20. Fantasie -- To Laura 1/1/2004
21. Feast Of Victory 1/1/2004
22. Female Judgement 1/1/2004
23. Fortune And Wisdom 1/1/2004
24. Fridolin (The Walk To The Iron Factory) 1/1/2004
25. Friend And Foe 1/1/2004
26. Friendship 1/1/2004
27. Geniality 1/1/2004
28. Genius 1/1/2004
29. German Faith 1/1/2004
30. Germany And Her Princes 1/1/2004
31. Greekism 1/1/2004
32. Group From Tartarus 1/1/2004
33. Hero And Leander 1/1/2004
34. Honor To Woman 1/1/2004
35. Honors 1/1/2004
36. Hope 1/1/2004
37. Human Knowledge 1/1/2004
38. Hymn To Joy 1/1/2004
39. Inside And Outside 1/1/2004
40. Jove To Hercules 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Friedrich Schiller

Friendship

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 ...

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Geniality

How does the genius make itself known? In the way that in nature
Shows the Creator himself,--e'en in the infinite whole.
Clear is the ether, and yet of depth that ne'er can be fathomed;
Seen by the eye, it remains evermore closed to the sense.

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