Friedrich Schiller

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

Friedrich Schiller Poems

41. The Present Generation 1/1/2004
42. Punch Song 1/1/2004
43. The Greatness Of The World 1/1/2004
44. The Two Guides Of Life - The Sublime And The Beautiful 1/1/2004
45. The Power Of Song 1/1/2004
46. The Iliad 1/1/2004
47. Majestas Populi 1/1/2004
48. My Antipathy 1/1/2004
49. Parables And Riddles 1/1/2004
50. Variety 1/1/2004
51. The Battle 1/1/2004
52. The Key 1/1/2004
53. The Sower 1/1/2004
54. The Two Paths Of Virtue 1/1/2004
55. The Antique To The Northern Wanderer 1/1/2004
56. Votive Tablets 1/1/2004
57. To Astronomers 1/1/2004
58. The Maid Of Orleans 1/1/2004
59. Naenia 1/1/2004
60. The Circle Of Nature 1/1/2004
61. The Favor Of The Moment 1/1/2004
62. Rapture -- To Laura 1/1/2004
63. The Hostage 1/1/2004
64. The Antiques At Paris 1/1/2004
65. The Count Of Hapsburg 1/1/2004
66. The Pilgrim 1/1/2004
67. The Duty Of All 1/1/2004
68. The Division Of The Earth 1/1/2004
69. The Moral Force 1/1/2004
70. The Walk 1/1/2004
71. The Bards Of Olden Time 1/1/2004
72. The Fortune-Favored 1/1/2004
73. The Invincible Armada 1/1/2004
74. To Mystics 1/1/2004
75. The German Art 1/1/2004
76. The Fight With The Dragon 1/1/2004
77. Germany And Her Princes 1/1/2004
78. Rousseau 1/1/2004
79. The Flowers 1/1/2004
80. To Laura At The Harpsichord 1/1/2004

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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!

See! it teaches yonder roving planets
Round the sun to fly in endless race;
And as children play around their mother,
Checkered circles round the orb to trace.

Every rolling star, by thirst tormented,
Drinks with joy its bright and golden rain--
Drinks refreshment from its fiery chalice,
As the limbs are nourished by the brain.

'Tis through Love that atom pairs with atom,
In a ...

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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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