To The Poet.

Let thy speech be to thee what the body is to the loving;
Beings it only can part, beings it only can join.

Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller was a renowned German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. Born on November 10, 1759, in Marbach am Neckar, and passing away on May 9, 1805, in Weimar, Schiller is considered one of the most important figures in German literature. His works, including 'Ode to Joy' and 'William Tell', have left a lasting impact on Western literature and thought.

Friedrich Schiller

Human Knowledge.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

The Bad Monarchs. [66]

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

To Proselytizers.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

Nuptial Ode. [60]

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

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Friendship.

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Friend! the Great Ruler, easily content,
Needs not the laws it has laborious been
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The Poetry Of Life.

"Who would himself with shadows entertain,
Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
Or nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?
Though with my dream my heaven should be resigned
Though the free-pinioned soul that once could dwell
In the large empire of the possible,
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The Moral Poet.

Man is in truth a poor creature, I know it, and fain would forget it;
Therefore (how sorry I am!) came I, alas, unto thee!

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To The Muse.

What I had been without thee, I know not yet, to my sorrow
See I what, without thee, hundreds and thousands now are.

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The Meeting.

I see her still - by her fair train surrounded,
The fairest of them all, she took her place;
Afar I stood, by her bright charms confounded,
For, oh! they dazzled with their heavenly grace.
With awe my soul was filled - with bliss unbounded,
While gazing on her softly radiant face;
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My fingers 'gan to sweep the sounding lyre.

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The words I sang, I'd fain once more invoke;
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That each emotion of my bosom spoke.
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Through all its fetters now triumphant broke,
And brought to light unknown, harmonious numbers,
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