Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo.… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Like a great poet, nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. There are simply a sun, flowers, water, and love. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“Still is the night, it quiets the streets down, In that window my love would appear; She's long since gone away from this town,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
