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Tell me all that thou knowest, and I will thankfully hear it!
But wouldst thou give me thyself,-let me, my friend, be excused!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Genius With The Inverted Torch
Lovely he looks, 'tis true, with the light of his torch now extinguished;
But remember that death is not aesthetic, my friends!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Friend And Foe
Dearly I love a friend; yet a foe I may turn to my profit;
Friends show me that which I can; foes teach me that which I should.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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To Mystics
That is the only true secret, which in the presence of all men
Lies, and surrounds thee for ay, but which is witnessed by none.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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My Faith
Which religion do I acknowledge? None that thou namest.
"None that I name? And why so?"--Why, for religion's own sake?
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Circle Of Nature
All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard
Back to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, returns.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Two Descriptions Of Action
Do what is good, and humanity's godlike plant thou wilt nourish;
Plan what is fair, and thou'lt strew seeds of the godlike around.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Love And Desire
Rightly said, Schlosser! Man loves what he has; what he has not, desireth;
None but the wealthy minds love; poor minds desire alone.
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The Moral Force
If thou feelest not the beautiful, still thou with reason canst will it;
And as a spirit canst do, that which as man thou canst not.
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The Observer
Stern as my conscience, thou seest the points wherein I'm deficient;
Therefore I've always loved thee, as my own conscience I've loved.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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