Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller Poems

  • 101.  
    An aged satyr sought
    Around my Muse to pass, Attempting to pay court,
  • 102.  
    Why can the living spirit be never seen by the spirit?
    Soon as the soul 'gins to speak, then can the soul speak no more!
  • 103.  
    Fame with the vulgar expires; but, Muse immortal, thou bearest
    Those whom thou lovest, who love thee, into Mnemosyne's arms.
  • 104.  
    Which among the philosophies will be enduring? I know not,
    But that philosophy's self ever may last is my hope.
  • 105.  
    At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array,
    In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay
  • 106.  
    Thou, by whom, freed from rules constrained and wrong,
    On truth and nature once again we're placed, Who, in the cradle e'en a hero strong,
  • 107.  
    The tyrant Dionys to seek,
    Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;
  • 108.  
    Within a vale, each infant year,
    When earliest larks first carol free, To humble shepherds cloth appear
  • 109.  
    Other masters one always can tell by the words that they utter;
    That which he wisely omits shows me the master of style.
  • 110.  
    Only two virtues exist. Oh, would they were ever united!
    Ever the good with the great, ever the great with the good!
  • 111.  
    Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,
    Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers!
  • 112.  
    [In spite of Mr. Carlyle's assertion of Schiller's "total deficiency in humor," [12] we think that the following poem suffices to show that he possessed the gift in no ordinary degree, and that if the aims of a genius so essentially earnest had allowed him to indulge it he would have justified the opinion of the experienced Iffland as to his capacities for original comedy.]
    Can I, my friend, with thee condole?
  • 113.  
    PUPIL.
    I am rejoiced, worthy sirs, to find you in pleno assembled; For I have come down below, seeking the one needful thing.
  • 114.  
    Aphrodite preserves her beauty concealed by her girdle;
    That which lends her her charms is what she covers her shame.
  • 115.  
    Dost thou desire the good in art? Of the good art thou worthy,
    Which by a ne'er ceasing war 'gainst thee thyself is produced?
  • 116.  
    Wouldst thou teach me the truth? Don't take the trouble! I wish not,
    Through thee, the thing to observe, but to see thee through the thing.
  • 117.  
    Life she received from fable; the schools deprived her of being,
    Life creative again she has from reason received.
  • 118.  
    Not in the crowd of masqueraders gay,
    Where coxcombs' wit with wondrous splendor flares, And, easier than the Indian's net the prey,
  • 119.  
    Fear with his iron staff may urge the slave onward forever;
    Rapture, do thou lead me on ever in roseate chains!
  • 120.  
    What mean the joyous sounds from yonder vine-clad height?
    What the exulting Evoe? [63] Why glows the cheek? Whom is't that I, with pinions light,
  • 121.  
    Dramatis Personae.
    JUNO.
  • 122.  
    Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
    If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.
  • 123.  
    On every nose he rightly read
    What intellects were in the head And yet that he was not the one
  • 124.  
    Dreadest thou the aspect of death! Thou wishest to live on forever?
    Live in the whole, and when long thou shalt have gone, 'twill remain!
  • 125.  
    Where the pathway begins, eternity seems to lie open,
    Yet at the narrowest point even the wisest man stops.
  • 126.  
    See how a single rich man gives a living to numbers of beggars!
    'Tis when sovereigns build, carters are kept in employ.
  • 127.  
    Time flies on restless pinions constant never.
    Be constant and thou chainest time forever.
  • 128.  
    The clouds fast gather,
    The forest-oaks roar A maiden is sitting
  • 129.  
    Nowhere in the organic or sensitive world ever kindles
    Novelty, save in the flower, noblest creation of life.
  • 130.  
    Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling
    Bodies to unite in one blest whole Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic
  • 131.  
    Into life's ocean the youth with a thousand masts daringly launches;
    Mute, in a boat saved from wreck, enters the gray-beard the port.
  • 132.  
    THE EPIC HEXAMETER.
    Giddily onward it bears thee with resistless impetuous billows;
  • 133.  
    Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon,
    For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart. Sad is the sway of conception, from thousandfold varying figures,
  • 134.  
    Three errors there are, that forever are found
    On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best; But empty their meaning and hollow their sound
  • 135.  
    Both of us seek for truth in the world without thou dost seek it,
    I in the bosom within; both of us therefore succeed. If the eye be healthy, it sees from without the Creator;
  • 136.  
    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!
  • 137.  
    How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
    Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,
  • 138.  
    That which Grecian art created,
    Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand,
  • 139.  
    By no kind Augustus reared,
    To no Medici endeared, German art arose;
  • 140.  
    Two are the pathways by which mankind can to virtue mount upward;
    If thou should find the one barred, open the other will lie. 'Tis by exertion the happy obtain her, the suffering by patience.
  • 141.  
    Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue;
    But by only a few is propagated our kind. Thousands of seeds by the autumn are scattered, yet fruit is engendered
  • 142.  
    Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal,
    Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal
  • 143.  
    Many are good and wise; yet all for one only reckon,
    For 'tis conception, alas, rules them, and not a fond heart. Sad is the sway of conception,--from thousandfold varying figures,
  • 144.  
    Hark! like the sea in wrath the heavens assailing,
    Or like a brook through rocky basin wailing, Comes from below, in groaning agony,
  • 145.  
    A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge
    To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret learning to explore,
  • 146.  
    When the column of light on the waters is glassed,
    As blent in one glow seem the shine and the stream; But wave after wave through the glory has passed,
  • 147.  
    Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god
    Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose young lips the rod
  • 148.  
    Far away, where darkness reigneth,
    All my dreams of bliss are flown; Yet with love my gaze remaineth
  • 149.  
    Monument of our own age's shame,
    On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me
  • 150.  
    How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
    Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,
Total 299 poems written by Friedrich Schiller

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