Heinrich Heine

When words leave off, music begins.

When words leave off, music begins.

The oaks with solemnity shook their heads;
The twigs of the birch-trees, in token
Of warning, nodded,--and read more

The oaks with solemnity shook their heads;
The twigs of the birch-trees, in token
Of warning, nodded,--and I exclaim'd:
"Dear Monarch, forgive what I've spoken!"

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night
With comfort are downward gazing.

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my read more

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.