Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... read more
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
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.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault read more
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,
Moves with silent peaceful motion.
