The Works of Heinrich Heine: Tr. from the German by Charles Godfrey Leland (Hans Breitmann) ...W. Heinemann, 1891 |
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Sivu 420 - ... elevated, his head inclined forward, his upper lip and nostrils quivering, as though he feared to utter a word. His external appearance, his manner, almost resembles that of one of those preachers who hold forth in the open air—not a modern man of the kind who attracts the indolent crowd on Sunday—but one of those preachers of the olden time who sought to uphold purity of faith, and to spread it forth in the wilderness, when it was banished from the city and even from the church. The tones...
Sivu 189 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Sivu 192 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Sivu 114 - ... a laurel wreath be laid on my coffin. Poetry, dearly as I have loved it, has always been to me only a holy plaything or a consecrated means whereby to attain a heavenly end. I have never attached much value to a poetic reputation, and I care little whether my songs are praised or found fault with. But ye may lay a sword on my coffin ; for I was a brave soldier in the War of Freedom for Mankind.
Sivu 340 - The Frenchman loves liberty as his bride. He burns for her ; he is a flame ; he casts himself at her feet with the most extravagant protestations; he will fight for her to the death; he commits for her sake a thousand follies. The German loves liberty as though she were his old grandmother.
Sivu 143 - Rothschild's servants. It is my greatest delight to see how the man perfects himself. Now and then I give him lessons in refinement and accomplishment myself. I often say to him, ' What is money ? Money is round and rolls away, but culture remains.
Sivu 184 - Lump; all the week he goes about in wind and rain, with his pack on his back, to earn his few shillings; but when on Friday evening he comes home, he finds the candlestick with seven candles lighted, and the table covered with a fair white cloth, and he puts away from him his pack and his cares, and he sits down to table with his...
Sivu 108 - But alas ! every inch which humanity advances costs streams of blood, and is not that paying rather dear ? Is not the life of the individual worth as much as that of the entire race ? For every single man is a world which is born and which dies with him ; beneath every gravestone lies a world's history.
Sivu 329 - Dulcinea del Toboso is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am the most unfortunate knight on earth, nor is it just that my weakness should discredit this truth ; knight, push on your lance, and take away my life, since you have despoiled me of my honour.