Friedrich Schiller

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

Friedrich Schiller Poems

121. The Pilgrim 1/1/2004
122. The Playing Infant 1/1/2004
123. The Poetry Of Life 1/1/2004
124. The Power Of Song 1/1/2004
125. The Power Of Woman 1/1/2004
126. The Present Generation 1/1/2004
127. The Proverbs Of Confucius 1/1/2004
128. The Ring Of Polycrates - A Ballad 1/1/2004
129. The Secret 1/1/2004
130. The Sexes 1/1/2004
131. The Sower 1/1/2004
132. The Triumph Of Love 1/1/2004
133. The Two Guides Of Life - The Sublime And The Beautiful 1/1/2004
134. The Two Paths Of Virtue 1/1/2004
135. The Veiled Statue At Sais 1/1/2004
136. The Virtue Of Woman 1/1/2004
137. The Walk 1/1/2004
138. The Words Of Belief 1/1/2004
139. The Words Of Error 1/1/2004
140. The Youth By The Brook 1/1/2004
141. Thekla - A Spirit Voice 1/1/2004
142. To A Moralist 1/1/2004
143. To A World-Reformer 1/1/2004
144. To Astronomers 1/1/2004
145. To Emma 1/1/2004
146. To Laura (Mystery Of Reminiscence) 1/1/2004
147. To Laura At The Harpsichord 1/1/2004
148. To Minna 1/1/2004
149. To My Friends 1/1/2004
150. To Mystics 1/1/2004
151. To Proselytizers 1/1/2004
152. To The Muse 1/1/2004
153. To The Spring 1/1/2004
154. Two Descriptions Of Action 1/1/2004
155. Untitled 01 4/7/2010
156. Untitled 02 1/1/2004
157. Untitled 03 1/1/2004
158. Variety 1/1/2004
159. Votive Tablets 4/7/2010
160. Votive Tablets 1/1/2004

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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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Greekism

Scarce has the fever so chilly of Gallomania departed,
When a more burning attack in Grecomania breaks out.
Greekism,--what did it mean?--'Twas harmony, reason, and clearness!
Patience,--good gentlemen, pray, ere ye of Greekism speak!
'Tis for an excellent cause ye are fighting, and all that I ask for
Is that with reason it ne'er may be a laughing-stock made.

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