The poems and ballads of Schiller, tr. by sir E.B. Lytton. With a sketch of Schiller's life [by the translator]. |
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... divine emotion spoke ; Long years imprisoned , and escaping thence From every chain , the SOUL enchanted broke , And found a music in its own deep core , Unguessed and godlike , that had slept before . Not till the music long had died ...
... divine emotion spoke ; Long years imprisoned , and escaping thence From every chain , the SOUL enchanted broke , And found a music in its own deep core , Unguessed and godlike , that had slept before . Not till the music long had died ...
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... divine proclaim : Only again in yonder choral skies Can sounds so sweet my soul emparadise . " I know the worth within the heart which sighs , Yet shuns , the modest sorrow to declare ; And what rude fortune niggardly denies , Unto the ...
... divine proclaim : Only again in yonder choral skies Can sounds so sweet my soul emparadise . " I know the worth within the heart which sighs , Yet shuns , the modest sorrow to declare ; And what rude fortune niggardly denies , Unto the ...
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... Divine shall be ! " Night on Morning stole , and stealeth , Never , never stand I still , And the Future yet concealeth , What I seek , and what I will ! Mount on mount arose before me , Torrents hemmed me every side , But I built a ...
... Divine shall be ! " Night on Morning stole , and stealeth , Never , never stand I still , And the Future yet concealeth , What I seek , and what I will ! Mount on mount arose before me , Torrents hemmed me every side , But I built a ...
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... life bestows , And modulates the movement to the order of repose ? That each , a ruler to himself , doth but himself obey , Yet thro ' the hurrying course still keeps his own appointed way ? C Would'st know ? - ' tis Harmony divine ; the ...
... life bestows , And modulates the movement to the order of repose ? That each , a ruler to himself , doth but himself obey , Yet thro ' the hurrying course still keeps his own appointed way ? C Would'st know ? - ' tis Harmony divine ; the ...
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Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller. Would'st know ? - ' tis Harmony divine ; the Power whose sovereign pleasure Compels the eager bound of each into the social measure . That doth , like Nemesis , and with sweet rhythm , the golden ...
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller. Would'st know ? - ' tis Harmony divine ; the Power whose sovereign pleasure Compels the eager bound of each into the social measure . That doth , like Nemesis , and with sweet rhythm , the golden ...
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afar aloft amidst arms ballad beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brooklet calm Ceres charms crown dark death deep delight divine doth dreams dwell earth Elysium eternal Eumenides Ev'n eyes fair fall Fate feel flies flowers gaze Genius glides glory glow Gods Goethe golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly HERO AND LEANDER hexameters holy human Ibycus Iliad King labour Life's light lips living Man's metre mighty mission earth moral murmur Nature ne'er never nevermore Night o'er once poem Poet Poetry Polycrates repose round Savern Scamander Schiller shine shore smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring Stanza steed stream strife Styx Suabian sublime sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought throne thunder Toggenburg translation Truth unto veil vex'd voice wander wave wild wind wings youth
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Страница 34 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...
Страница 36 - Here bring the last gifts ! — and with these The last lament be said ; Let all that pleased, and yet may please, Be buried with the dead. ' Beneath his head the hatchet hide, That he so stoutly swung ; And place the bear's fat haunch beside — The journey hence is long ! ' And let the knife new sharpened be That on the battle-day Shore with quick strokes — he took but three — The foeman's scalp away ! ' The paints that warriors love to use, Place here within his hand, That he may shine with...
Страница 7 - On the youth gazed the monarch, and marvelled — quoth he, " Bold diver, the goblet I promised is thine, And this ring will I give, a fresh guerdon to thee, — Never jewels more precious shone up from the mine, If thou'lt bring me fresh tidings; and venture again, To say what lies hid in the innermost main 1" Then outspake the daughter in tender emotion, " Ah ! father, my father, what more can there rest?
Страница 230 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Страница 263 - Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature's calm rotation ; Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great Timepiece of Creation ; Joy breathes on buds, and flowers they are; Joy beckons — suns come forth from heaven; Joy rolls the spheres in realms afar, — Ne'er to thy glass, dim Wisdom, given!
Страница 197 - If like glass the wand be glimmering , Then the casting may begin. Brisk, brisk now, and see If the fusion flow free; If — (happy and welcome indeed were the sign ! ) If the hard and the ductile united combine.
Страница 246 - Pool's dull stagner — the great Sea's repose. THE MASTER THE herd of scribes, by what they tell us, Show all in which their wits excel us; But the True Master we behold, In what his art leaves — just untold.
Страница 6 - There I hung, and the awe gathered icily o'er me, So far from the earth, where man's help there was none! The one human thing, with the goblins before...
Страница 1 - H, where is the knight or the squire so bold, As to dive to the howling charybdis below ? I cast in the whirlpool a goblet of gold, And o'er it already the dark waters flow; Whoever to me may the goblet bring, Shall have for his guerdon that gift of his king.
Страница 96 - Men suffer all their life long under the foolish superstition that they can be cheated. But it is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.