Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine

But now with grave trouble my thoughts are beset, Although from the stage I depart; And my heart is as wretchedly miserable yet, As though I still acted my part.

Dumb are the trumpets, cymbals, drums and shawms to-night, The angel shapes engirdled with the sword, About the royal tent keep watch and ward, Six thousand to the left, six tho...

I have been wont to bear my forehead high-- My stubborn temper yields with no good grace. The king himself might look me in the face, And yet I would not downward cast mine eye....

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Would that I ne'er had sought to hold thee, To touch thy fleeing gown's white train! The dear mark of thy tiny footprints Would that I ne'er had found again!

Against the wooden wall of the ship Where my dreaming head reclines, Break the waves, the wild sea-waves. They whisper and murmur Close into mine ear: "Oh foolish young fellow,...

Amazed and strangely dazzled, I contemplate The ethereal Pantheon. The solemnly mute, awfully agitated, Gigantic forms. There is Chronos yonder, the king of heaven; Snow-white a...