HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
Then yawns the eldest daughter, "I will starve no longer here; I will go to the Count to-morrow. He is rich, and he loves me dear." The son bursts out a-laughing: "At the 'Star' three huntsmen drink deep; They are making gold, and they promise To give me their secret to keep." Toward his lean face, flings the mother Her Bible, in wrath and grief. "Out! God-forsaken beggar. Thou wilt be a common thief!" They hear a tap on the window. And behold a beckoning hand. There in his sable vestments They see the dead father stand. 112
To-night is wretched weather. It snows, and storms, and rains; Out in the pitch-black darkness I gaze through the window-panes. There flickers a lonely candle. Slow winding down the street; And a beldame, with her lantern. Goes hobbling on in the sleet. I think 'tis for eggs and butter That she braves this weather wild, To bake a cake for her daughter. Her grown-up ailing child Who lies at home in her arm-chair, And sleepily blinks at the light. Over her beautiful forehead Her golden curls wave bright. "3
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- Page 106 and 107: 25 I gazed upon her portrait. While
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To-night is wretched weather.<br />
It snows, and storms, and rains;<br />
Out in the pitch-black darkness<br />
I gaze through the window-panes.<br />
There flickers a lonely candle.<br />
Slow winding down the street;<br />
And a beldame, with her lantern.<br />
Goes hobbling on in the sleet.<br />
I think 'tis for eggs and butter<br />
That she braves this weather wild,<br />
To bake a cake for her daughter.<br />
Her grown-up ailing child<br />
Who lies at home in her arm-chair,<br />
And sleepily blinks at the light.<br />
Over her beautiful forehead<br />
Her golden curls wave bright.<br />
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