Friedrich Schiller

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

Friedrich Schiller Poems

1. The Immutable 1/1/2004
2. The Infanticide 1/1/2004
3. The Imitator 1/1/2004
4. The Best State Constitution 1/1/2004
5. Pompeii And Herculaneum 1/1/2004
6. To Laura (Mystery Of Reminiscence) 1/1/2004
7. The Knights Of St. John 1/1/2004
8. To A World-Reformer 1/1/2004
9. The Meeting 1/1/2004
10. The Genius With The Inverted Torch 1/1/2004
11. To Proselytizers 1/1/2004
12. The Alpine Hunter 1/1/2004
13. The Playing Infant 1/1/2004
14. Group From Tartarus 1/1/2004
15. Punch Song (To Be Sung In The Northern Countries) 1/1/2004
16. The Conflict 1/1/2004
17. The Agreement 1/1/2004
18. Participation 1/1/2004
19. The Best State 1/1/2004
20. To Astronomers 1/1/2004
21. Written In A Young Lady's Album 1/1/2004
22. The Merchant 1/1/2004
23. The Philosophical Egotist 1/1/2004
24. The Animating Principle 1/1/2004
25. The Fugitive 1/1/2004
26. The Moral Force 1/1/2004
27. The Poetry Of Life 1/1/2004
28. The Secret 1/1/2004
29. The Honorable 1/1/2004
30. The Sexes 1/1/2004
31. Untitled 03 1/1/2004
32. The Learned Workman 1/1/2004
33. Thekla - A Spirit Voice 1/1/2004
34. The Ring Of Polycrates - A Ballad 1/1/2004
35. Odysseus 1/1/2004
36. The Maiden From Afar 1/1/2004
37. Votive Tablets 4/7/2010
38. Nadowessian Death-Lament 1/1/2004
39. The Words Of Error 1/1/2004
40. The Observer 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Friedrich Schiller

Honor To Woman

Honor to woman! To her it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of heaven!
All blessed, she linketh the loves in their choir
In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing,
She tends on each altar that's hallowed to feeling,
And keeps ever-living the fire!

From the bounds of truth careering,
Man's strong spirit wildly sweeps,
With each hasty impulse veering
Down to passion's troubled deeps.
And his heart, contented never,
Greeds to grapple with the far,
Chasing his own dream forever,
On through many a distant star!
But woman with ...

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Longing

Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!
Distant hills enchant my sight,
Ever young and ever fair;
To those hills I'd take my flight
Had I wings to scale the air.

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