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Seite 26 - Wenn junge Herzen brechen When young hearts break with passion The stars break into laughter, They laugh and, in their fashion, Gossip a long time after: "Poor souls, those mortals languish With Love; 'tis all they cherish. It pays them back with anguish And pain until they perish. "We never can discover This Love, so brief and breathless, So fatal to each lover — And hence we stars are deathless.
Seite 82 - The songs so old and bitter, The dreams so wild and drear, Let's bury them together. What ho! A coffin here! I have so much to bury It never will be done, Unless the coffin's larger Than Heidelberg's Great Tun. And bring a bier to match it Of stoutest oaks and pines; It must be even longer Than the long bridge at Mainz. And also bring twelve giants Of mightier brawn and bone Than Christopher, the sainted, Whose shrine is in Cologne. And in the great sea sink it Beneath the proudest wave; For such...
Seite 233 - With a wave of thick, black tresses. You are the very one I've searched for In many lands, in every weather. You are my sort; you understand me; As equals we can talk together. In me you've found the man you care for. And, for a while, you'll richly pay me With kindness, kisses, and endearments — And then, as usual, you'll betray me.
Seite 270 - This is no graveyard of Romance; This is no pile of ruins, Of fossilized wigs and symbols Or stale and musty Tradition!
Seite 36 - They wept together, those two grenadiers; To one thing their thoughts kept returning. Alas, said one, half choked with tears, That old wound of mine keeps burning. The other said, This is the end; With you I'd gladly perish. But there's the homeland to defend, And wife and child to cherish.
Seite xxi - Die Jahre kommen und gehen, Geschlechter steigen ins Grab, Doch nimmer vergeht die Liebe, Die ich im Herzen hab. Nur einmal noch möcht ich dich sehen, Und sinken vor dir aufs Knie, Und sterbend zu dir sprechen: Madame, ich liebe Sie!
Seite xi - Many of the older poets, such as Villon and Herrick and Burns, used the whole of their personal life as their material, and the verse written in this way was read by strong men, and thieves, and deacons, not by little cliques only.
Seite xiv - The Spirit of the world, Beholding the absurdity of men — Their vaunts, their feats — let a sardo^.c smile, For one short moment, wander o'er his lips. That smile was Heine!
Seite 246 - She watched at the window — with laughter. He sent word pleading "Oh come to me, I need you, need you bitterly, Yes, here and in the hereafter." Her little head shook with laughter. At six in the morning they swung him high; At seven the turf on his grave was dry; At eight, however, she quaffed her Red wine and sang with laughter...
Seite 214 - Stars with golden feet are walking Through the skies with footsteps light, Lest they wake the earth below them, Sleeping in the lap of night. All the silent forests listen; Every leaf's a small, green ear; And the dreaming mountain stretches Shadowy arms that reach me here. Hush, who called there? My heart trembles As the dying echoes fail. Was it my beloved, or was it Just a lonely nightingale?