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

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  • Georgette (4/10/2019 4:46:00 PM)

    Poem re valley drear, blissful sphere

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Best Poem of Friedrich Schiller

The Dance

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?
As, by the gentle zephyr blown, some light mist flees in air,
As skiffs that skim adown the tide, when silver waves are fair,
So sports the docile footstep to the heave of that sweet measure,
As music wafts the form aloft at its melodious pleasure,
Now breaking through the woven chain of the entangled dance,
From where the ...

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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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