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

Amalia

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.

And his kisses!--what ecstatic feeling!
Like two flames that lovingly entwine,
Like the harp's soft tones together stealing
Into one sweet harmony divine,--

Soul and soul embraced, commingled, blended,
Lips and cheeks with trembling passion burned,
Heaven and earth, in pristine chaos ended,
Round the blissful lovers madly turn'd.

He is gone--and, ah! with bitter anguish
Vainly ...

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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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