Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach read more
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
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.
