Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but
they have heads like a soapboiler's.
[Ger., read more

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but
they have heads like a soapboiler's.
[Ger., Schad'um die Leut'! Sind sonst wackre Bruder
Aber das denkt, wie ein Seifensieder.]

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

A jest loses its point when the jester laughs himself.
[Ger., Des Spass verliert Alles, wenn der Spassmacher selber read more

A jest loses its point when the jester laughs himself.
[Ger., Des Spass verliert Alles, wenn der Spassmacher selber
lacht.]

The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
[Ger., Der read more

The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
[Ger., Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich
Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde.]

And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it;
High, high above earth's life, read more

And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it;
High, high above earth's life, earth's labor
E'en to the heaven's blue vault to soar.
To hover as the thunder's neighbor,
The very firmament explore.
To be a voice as from above
Like yonder stars so bright and clear,
That praise their Maker as they move,
And usher in the circling year.
Tun'd be its metal mouth alone
To things eternal and sublime.
And as the swift wing'd hours speed on
May it record the flight of time!