To The Spring.

Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou!
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!
Aha! and thou returnest,
Heartily we greet thee
The loving and the fair one,
Merrily we meet thee!
Think'st thou of my maiden
In thy heart of glee?

I love her yet, the maiden
And the maiden yet loves me!
For the maiden, many a blossom
I begged and not in vain!
I came again a-begging,
And thou thou givest again:
Welcome, gentle Stripling,
Nature's darling thou
With thy basket full of blossoms,
A happy welcome now!

Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller was a renowned German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. Born on November 10, 1759, in Marbach am Neckar, and passing away on May 9, 1805, in Weimar, Schiller is considered one of the most important figures in German literature. His works, including 'Ode to Joy' and 'William Tell', have left a lasting impact on Western literature and thought.

Friedrich Schiller

Dithyramb. [23]

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

The Dance.

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The Hereditary Prince Of Weimar, On His Proceeding To Paris.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

The Sunday Children.

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Does earth her happy youth regain?
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The Maiden From Afar. (Or From Abroad.)

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Thoughts On The 1St October, 1781.

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