Friedrich Schiller

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

Friedrich Schiller Poems

81. The Difficult Union 1/1/2004
82. The Division Of The Earth 1/1/2004
83. The Driver 1/1/2004
84. The Duty Of All 1/1/2004
85. The Eleusinian Festival 1/1/2004
86. The Fairest Apparition 1/1/2004
87. The Favor Of The Moment 1/1/2004
88. The Fight With The Dragon 1/1/2004
89. The Flowers 1/1/2004
90. The Fortune-Favored 1/1/2004
91. The Forum Of Woman 1/1/2004
92. The Four Ages Of The World 1/1/2004
93. The Fugitive 1/1/2004
94. The Genius With The Inverted Torch 1/1/2004
95. The German Art 1/1/2004
96. The Glove - A Tale 1/1/2004
97. The Gods Of Greece 1/1/2004
98. The Greatness Of The World 1/1/2004
99. The Honorable 1/1/2004
100. The Hostage 1/1/2004
101. The Ideal And The Actual Life 1/1/2004
102. The Ideals 1/1/2004
103. The Iliad 1/1/2004
104. The Imitator 1/1/2004
105. The Immutable 1/1/2004
106. The Infanticide 1/1/2004
107. The Invincible Armada 1/1/2004
108. The Key 1/1/2004
109. The Knights Of St. John 1/1/2004
110. The Lay Of The Bell 1/1/2004
111. The Lay Of The Mountain 1/1/2004
112. The Learned Workman 1/1/2004
113. The Maid Of Orleans 1/1/2004
114. The Maiden From Afar 1/1/2004
115. The Maiden's Lament 1/1/2004
116. The Meeting 1/1/2004
117. The Merchant 1/1/2004
118. The Moral Force 1/1/2004
119. The Observer 1/1/2004
120. The Philosophical Egotist 1/1/2004
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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Longing

Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!
Distant hills enchant my sight,
Ever young and ever fair;
To those hills I'd take my flight
Had I wings to scale the air.

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