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| 4841. | The Count Of Hapsburg by Friedrich von Schiller | | At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array,
In its halls renowned in old story,
At the coronation banquet so gay
King Rudolf was sitting in glory.
The ... |
| 4842. | The Fairest Apparition by Friedrich von Schiller | | If thou never hast gazed upon beauty in moments of sorrow,
Thou canst with truth never boast that thou true beauty hast seen.
If thou never hast gaz... |
| 4843. | The Philosophical Egotist by Friedrich von Schiller | | Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love
Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart above--
Wandering from arm to ar... |
| 4844. | The Pilgrim by Friedrich von Schiller | | Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing
Went I forth the world to roam--
And the dance of youth, the glowing,
Left I in my father's home,
Of my bi... |
| 4845. | The Playing Infant by Friedrich von Schiller | | Play on thy mother's bosom, babe, for in that holy isle
The error cannot find thee yet, the grieving, nor the guile;
Held in thy mother's arms above... |
| 4846. | The Poetry Of Life by Friedrich von Schiller | | "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?--
Thou... |
| 4847. | The Power Of Song by Friedrich von Schiller | | The foaming stream from out the rock
With thunder roar begins to rush,--
The oak falls prostrate at the shock,
And mountain-wrecks attend the gush.... |
| 4848. | The Power Of Woman by Friedrich von Schiller | | Mighty art thou, because of the peaceful charms of thy presence;
That which the silent does not, never the boastful can do.
Vigor in man I expect, t... |
| 4849. | The Present Generation by Friedrich von Schiller | | Was it always as now? This race I truly can't fathom.
Nothing is young but old age; youth, alas! only is old. ... |
| 4850. | The Proverbs Of Confucius by Friedrich von Schiller | | Threefold is the march of time
While the future slow advances,
Like a dart the present glances,
Silent stands the past sublime.
No impatience e'... |
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