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Wilhelm Tell (Act 2 Scene 2) - Friedrich Schiller

... named Some mighty noble as his delegate, That had no stake or interest in the land. He was called in, when doom was to be passed, And, in the face of day, pronounced decree, Clear and distinctly, fearing no man ...

The Song of the Bell - Friedrich Schiller

... law is ever bright. Sacred order, blessings spreading, Heaven?s daughter, freely treading, Like to like thou bindest lightly, Cities thou hast founded rightly, And the wild man roaming blindly Thou hast called to home-life, kindly. To men?s homes thy ...

Love and Intrigue (Act 1 Scene 7) - Friedrich Schiller

... the harlot herself, who seeks to wash out in my shame the brandmarks of her honor? PRESIDENT. Where in the world couldst thou collect such notions, boy? FERDINAND. I implore you, father, by heaven and earth! By thus sacrificing your only ...

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Love and Intrigue (Act 2 Scene 3) - Friedrich Schiller

... she might be saved?that through you she might be restored to her hopes of heaven! (Turning away her head, and speaking in a hollow, faltering voice.) Or should she, her prayer refused, listen to the voice of despair, ...

The Death of Wallenstein (Act 1 Scene 5) - Friedrich Schiller

... covenant With two lords at one time. We've no such fancies. WRANGEL. Great God in heaven! Have then the people here No house and home, no fireside, no altar? WALLENSTEIN. I will ...

The Maid of Orleans (Act 1 Scene 5) - Friedrich Schiller

... hath flowed, rashly to give away The fairest city from the heart of France? CHARLES Blood hath been poured forth freely, and in vain The hand of heaven is visibly against me; In every battle is my host o'erthrown, I am ...

The Cranes of Ibycus (Brooks translation) - Friedrich Schiller

... ; His hand the sweet-stringed lyre hath known, But never bent the stubborn bow. He calls on men; to heaven he cries; There comes no help from earth or skies; Far as his voice can ...

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