The Poems of Schiller — Third period

Whither was it that my spirit wended When from thee my fleeting shadow moved? Is not now each earthly conflict ended? Say,--have I not lived,--have I not loved?

Then the bard swept the cords with a finger of might, Evoking their magical sighing: "To the chase once rode forth a valorous knight, In pursuit of the antelope flying. His hunt...

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...

Then he seeks his bed of rushes, Stilled all grief and pain, Slumbering calm, till morning's blushes Waken life again. Days and years fleet on, yet never Breathes he plaint or s...

"Ah, still that heart, which oft has braved The danger where the daring saved, Love lureth o'er the sea;-- For many a vow at parting morn, That naught but death should bar retur...

With his hand the Deity Shields the beast that trembling sighs; "Must thou, even up to me, Death and anguish send?" he cries,-- Earth has room for all to dwell,-- "Why pursue my...

Severe the proof the Grecian youth was doomed to undergo, Before he might what lurks beneath the Eleusinia know-- Art thou prepared and ripe, the shrine--the inner shrine--to wi...

Now the casting may begin; See the breach indented there: Ere we run the fusion in, Halt--and speed the pious prayer! Pull the bung out-- See around and about What vapor, what v...

"So that a man a man may be, Let him make an endless bond With the kind earth trustingly, Who is ever good and fond To revere the law of time, And the moon's melodious song Who,...

The Meeting The Secret The Assignation Longing Evening (After a Picture) The Pilgrim The Ideals The Youth by the Brook To Emma The Favor of the Moment The Lay of the Mountain Th...

All as types to thee are given; Thou must onward strive for heaven, Never still or weary be Would'st thou perfect glory see; Far must thy researches go. Wouldst thou learn the w...

I live within a dwelling of stone, There buried in slumber I dally; Yet, armed with a weapon of iron alone, The foe to encounter I sally. At first I'm invisible, feeble, and mea...

[56] This simile is nobly conceived, but expressed somewhat obscurely. As Hercules contended in vain against Antaeus, the Son of Earth--so long as the earth gave her giant offsp...