Friedrich Schiller

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

Friedrich Schiller Poems

121. The Driver 1/1/2004
122. German Faith 1/1/2004
123. The Ideal And The Actual Life 1/1/2004
124. Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song 1/1/2004
125. The Virtue Of Woman 1/1/2004
126. Dangerous Consequences 1/1/2004
127. Difference Of Station 1/1/2004
128. Worth And The Worthy 1/1/2004
129. The Lay Of The Bell 1/1/2004
130. Wisdom And Prudence 1/1/2004
131. Breadth And Depth 1/1/2004
132. Longing 1/1/2004
133. Cassandra 1/1/2004
134. Feast Of Victory 1/1/2004
135. Melancholy -- To Laura 1/1/2004
136. Columbus 1/1/2004
137. Fortune And Wisdom 1/1/2004
138. Different Destinies 1/1/2004
139. Ode An Die Freude 4/7/2010
140. The Dance 1/1/2004
141. The Complaint Of Ceres 1/1/2004
142. Beauteous Individuality 1/1/2004
143. Inside And Outside 1/1/2004
144. The Triumph Of Love 1/1/2004
145. Dithyramb 1/1/2004
146. Genius 1/1/2004
147. The Power Of Woman 1/1/2004
148. Female Judgement 1/1/2004
149. Friend And Foe 1/1/2004
150. Hero And Leander 1/1/2004
151. Ode To Joy 4/7/2010
152. A Funeral Fantasie 1/1/2004
153. Love And Desire 1/1/2004
154. Hymn To Joy 1/1/2004
155. The Veiled Statue At Sais 1/1/2004
156. Friendship 1/1/2004
157. The Forum Of Woman 1/1/2004
158. Elysium 1/1/2004
159. Hope 1/1/2004
160. Human Knowledge 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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