Heinrich Heine

The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.

The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of read more

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all read more

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.

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.

God will pardon me. It is his trade.

God will pardon me. It is his trade.