Great poems

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The Hostage

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

The tyrant Dionys to seek,
Stern Moerus with his poniard crept;
The watchful guard upon him swept;
The grim king marked his changeless cheek:

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The Greatness Of The World

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Through the world which the Spirit creative and kind
First formed out of chaos, I fly like the wind,
Until on the strand
Of its billows I land,
My anchor cast forth where the breeze blows no more,
And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore.

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The Gods Of Greece

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Ye in the age gone by,
Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!--
And guided still the steps of happy men
In the light leading-strings of careless joy!

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The German Art

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

By no kind Augustus reared,
To no Medici endeared,
German art arose;
Fostering glory smiled not on her,
Ne'er with kingly smiles to sun her,
Did her blooms unclose.

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The Fortune-Favored

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god
Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright
Idalia cradles, whose young lips the rod
Of eloquent Hermes kindles--to whose eyes,

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The Fight With The Dragon

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Why run the crowd? What means the throng
That rushes fast the streets along?
Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?
In crowds they gather hastily,

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The Eleusinian Festival

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear!
With it, the Cyane [31] blue intertwine
Rapture must render each glance bright and clear,
For the great queen is approaching her shrine,--

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The Count Of Hapsburg

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array,
In its halls renowned in old story,
At the coronation banquet so gay
King Rudolf was sitting in glory.

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The Celebrated Woman - An Epistle By A Married Man

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

If Faust had really any hand
In printing, I can understand
The fate which legends more than hint;--
The devil take all hands that print!

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The Bards Of Olden Time

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Say, where is now that glorious race, where now are the singers
Who, with the accents of life, listening nations enthralled,
Sung down from heaven the gods, and sung mankind up to heaven,
And who the spirit bore up high on the pinions of song?

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The Artists

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,
Upon the waning century standest thou,
In proud and noble manhood's prime,
With unlocked senses, with a spirit freed,

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Shakespeare's Ghost - A Parody

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

I, too, at length discerned great Hercules' energy mighty,--
Saw his shade. He himself was not, alas, to be seen.
Round him were heard, like the screaming of birds,
the screams of tragedians,

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Punch Song (To be sung in the Northern Countries)

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

On the mountain's breezy summit,
Where the southern sunbeams shine,
Aided by their warming vigor,
Nature yields the golden wine.

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Parables And Riddles

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

A bridge of pearls its form uprears
High o'er a gray and misty sea;
E'en in a moment it appears,
And rises upwards giddily.

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Nadowessian Death-Lament

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

See, he sitteth on his mat
Sitteth there upright,
With the grace with which he sat
While he saw the light.

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Germany And Her Princes

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Thou hast produced mighty monarchs, of whom thou art not unworthy,
For the obedient alone make him who governs them great.
But, O Germany, try if thou for thy rulers canst make it
Harder as kings to be great,--easier, though, to be men!

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Friendship

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content,
Needs not the laws it has laborious been
The task of small professors to invent;
A single wheel impels the whole machine
Matter and spirit;--yea, that simple law,
Pervading nature, which our Newton saw.

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Fridolin (The Walk To The Iron Factory)

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

A gentle was Fridolin,
And he his mistress dear,
Savern's fair Countess, honored in
All truth and godly fear.

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Feast Of Victory

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Priam's castle-walls had sunk,
Troy in dust and ashes lay,
And each Greek, with triumph drunk,
Richly laden with his prey,

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Fantasie -- To Laura

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

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!