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SCHILLER'S POEMS



Poems of the First Period



By Friedrich Schiller





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POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD.

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POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD

   Hector and Andromache   Amalia   A Funeral Fantasie   Fantasie—To Laura   To Laura at the Harpsichord   Group from Tartarus   Rapture—To Laura   To Laura (The Mystery of Reminiscence)   Melancholy—To Laura   The Infanticide   The Greatness of the World   Fortune and Wisdom   Elegy on the Death of a Young Man   The Battle   Rousseau   Friendship   Elysium   The Fugitive   To Minna   The Flowers   The Triumph of Love (A Hymn)   To a Moralist   Count Eberhard, the Groaner of Wurtemburg   To the Spring   Semele





POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD.

        HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.   [This and the following poem are, with some alterations, introduced   in the Play of "The Robbers."]   ANDROMACHE.   Will Hector leave me for the fatal plain,   Where, fierce with vengeance for Patroclus slain,          Stalks Peleus' ruthless son?   Who, when thou glid'st amid the dark abodes,   To hurl the spear and to revere the gods,          Shall teach thine orphan one?   HECTOR.   Woman and wife beloved—cease thy tears;   My soul is nerved—the war-clang in my ears!          Be mine in life to stand   Troy's bulwark!—fighting for our hearths, to go   In death, exulting to the streams below,          Slain for my fatherland!   ANDROMACHE.   No more I hear thy martial footsteps fall—   Thine arms shall hang, dull trophies, on the wall—          Fallen the stem of Troy!   Thou goest where slow Cocytus wanders—where   Love sinks in Lethe, and the sunless air          Is dark to light and joy!   HECTOR.   Longing and thought—yes, all I feel and think   May in the silent sloth of Lethe sink,          But my love not!   Hark, the wild swarm is at the walls!—I hear!   Gird on my sword—Beloved one, dry the tear—          Lethe for love is not!
          AMALIA.   Angel-fair, Walhalla's charms displaying,    Fairer than all mortal youths was he;   Mild his look, as May-day sunbeams straying    Gently o'er the blue and glassy sea.   And his kisses!—what ecstatic feeling!   Like two flames that lovingly entwine,   Like the harp's soft tones together stealing    Into one sweet harmony divine,—   Soul and soul embraced, commingled, blended,    Lips and cheeks with trembling passion burned,   Heaven and earth, in pristine chaos ended,    Round the blissful lovers madly turn'd.   He is gone—and, ah! with bitter anguish    Vainly now I breathe my mournful sighs;   He is gone—in hopeless grief I languish    Earthly joys I ne'er again can prize!
        A FUNERAL FANTASIE.   Pale, at its ghastly noon,   Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon;   The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs;    The clouds descend in rain;    Mourning, the wan stars wane,   Flickering like dying lamps in sepulchres!   Haggard a                        
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