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. The Maid Of Orleans 1/1/2004
58. Naenia 1/1/2004
59. The Circle Of Nature 1/1/2004
60. The Favor Of The Moment 1/1/2004
61. Rapture -- To Laura 1/1/2004
62. The Hostage 1/1/2004
63. The Antiques At Paris 1/1/2004
64. Resignation 4/7/2010
65. The Count Of Hapsburg 1/1/2004
66. The Pilgrim 1/1/2004
67. The Fugitive 1/1/2004
68. The Bards Of Olden Time 1/1/2004
69. The Walk 1/1/2004
70. The Fortune-Favored 1/1/2004
71. The Invincible Armada 1/1/2004
72. The German Art 1/1/2004
73. To Mystics 1/1/2004
74. The Fight With The Dragon 1/1/2004
75. Germany And Her Princes 1/1/2004
76. Rousseau 1/1/2004
77. The Maiden's Lament 1/1/2004
78. The Ideals 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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Carthage

Oh thou degenerate child of the great and glorious mother,
Who with the Romans' strong might couplest the Tyrians' deceit!
But those ever governed with vigor the earth they had conquered,--
These instructed the world that they with cunning had won.
Say! what renown does history grant thee? Thou, Roman-like, gained'st
That with the steel, which with gold, Tyrian-like, then thou didst rule!

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