Life poems

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The Ideals

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me,
With all thy magic phantasy,--
With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me,
Wilt thou with all forever fly?

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The Ideal And The Actual Life

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Forever fair, forever calm and bright,
Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light,
For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice--
Moons wane, and races wither to the tomb,

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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 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 Fugitive

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze,
From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright,
While they gleam through the clefts of the dark-waving trees,
And the cloud-crested mountains are golden with light.

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The Four Ages Of The World

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

The goblet is sparkling with purpled-tinged wine,
Bright glistens the eye of each guest,
When into the hall comes the Minstrel divine,
To the good he now brings what is best;
For when from Elysium is absent the lyre,
No joy can the banquet of nectar inspire.

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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 Flowers

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Ye offspring of the morning sun,
Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,
Your lives, in joy and bliss begun,
In Nature's love unchanged remain.

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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 Driver

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

"What knight or what vassal will be so bold
As to plunge in the gulf below?
See! I hurl in its depths a goblet of gold,
Already the waters over it flow.
The man who can bring back the goblet to me,
May keep it henceforward,--his own it shall be."

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The Cranes Of Ibycus

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Once to the song and chariot-fight,
Where all the tribes of Greece unite
On Corinth's isthmus joyously,
The god-loved Ibycus drew nigh.

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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 Complaint Of Ceres

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Does pleasant spring return once more?
Does earth her happy youth regain?
Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er;
Soft brooklets burst their icy chain:

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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 Battle

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Heavy and solemn,
A cloudy column,
Through the green plain they marching came!
Measure less spread, like a table dread,

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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 Assignation

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Hark! through the alley hear I now
A footfall? Comes the maiden?
No,--'twas the fruit slid from the bough,
With its own richness laden!

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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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The Antiques At Paris

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

That which Grecian art created,
Let the Frank, with joy elated,
Bear to Seine's triumphant strand,
And in his museums glorious
Show the trophies all-victorious
To his wondering fatherland.