Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity... — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide. — 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
In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they… — 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
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
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
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
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
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
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
“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
The dragon-fly is dancing,— Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
