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The Poems of Schiller — Second period
The Poems of Schiller — Second period
The Poems of Schiller — Second period
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LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateNov 26, 2019
ISBN4057664604088
The Poems of Schiller — Second period
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Friedrich Schiller

Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller, ab 1802 von Schiller (* 10. November 1759 in Marbach am Neckar; † 9. Mai 1805 in Weimar), war ein Arzt, Dichter, Philosoph und Historiker. Er gilt als einer der bedeutendsten deutschen Dramatiker, Lyriker und Essayisten.

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    The Poems of Schiller — Second period - Friedrich Schiller

    Friedrich Schiller

    The Poems of Schiller — Second period

    Published by Good Press, 2022

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    EAN 4057664604088

    Table of Contents

    HYMN TO JOY.

    THE INVINCIBLE ARMADA.

    THE GODS OF GREECE.

    RESIGNATION.

    THE CONFLICT.

    THE ARTISTS.

    THE CELEBRATED WOMAN.

    AN EPISTLE BY A MARRIED MAN—TO A FELLOW-SUFFERER.

    WRITTEN IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM.

    HYMN TO JOY.

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    Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal,

    Offspring of Elysium,

    Mad with rapture, to the portal

    Of thy holy fame we come!

    Fashion's laws, indeed, may sever,

    But thy magic joins again;

    All mankind are brethren ever

    'Neath thy mild and gentle reign.

    CHORUS.

    Welcome, all ye myriad creatures!

    Brethren, take the kiss of love!

    Yes, the starry realms above

    Hide a Father's smiling features!

    He, that noble prize possessing—

    He that boasts a friend that's true,

    He whom woman's love is blessing,

    Let him join the chorus too!

    Aye, and he who but one spirit

    On this earth can call his own!

    He who no such bliss can merit,

    Let him mourn his fate alone!

    CHORUS.

    All who Nature's tribes are swelling

    Homage pay to sympathy;

    For she guides us up on high,

    Where the unknown has his dwelling.

    From the breasts of kindly Nature

    All of joy imbibe the dew;

    Good and bad alike, each creature

    Would her roseate path pursue.

    'Tis through her the wine-cup maddens,

    Love and friends to man she gives!

    Bliss the meanest reptile gladdens,—

    Near God's throne the cherub lives!

    CHORUS.

    Bow before him, all creation!

    Mortals, own the God of love!

    Seek him high the stars above,—

    Yonder is his habitation!

    Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,

    Mightiest cause of all is found;

    And 'tis joy that moves the pinion,

    When the wheel of time goes round;

    From the bud she lures the flower—

    Suns from out their orbs of light;

    Distant spheres obey her power,

    Far beyond all mortal sight.

    CHORUS.

    As through heaven's expanse so glorious

    In their orbits suns roll on,

    Brethren, thus your proud race run,

    Glad as warriors all-victorious!

    Joy from truth's own glass of fire

    Sweetly on the searcher smiles;

    Lest on virtue's steeps he tire,

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