For five hundred years after Walther's death - until Goethe - no German lyric poet was his equal. — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
The mouthpiece of the half-inarticulate, all-suggesting music that is at once the very soul and the inseparable garment of romance. — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the girls play… — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
For five hundred years after Walther's death - until Goethe - no German lyric poet was his equal. — Walther von der Vogelweide Copy Share Image
