HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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stooping attitude, rode the Emperor,
with one hand holding aloft the rein,
with the other stroking in kindly fashion
his horse's neck. It was a sunny,
marble hand, a mighty hand, one of
those two hands that had bound the
many-headed monster of anarchy, and
enforced order amidst the conflict of the
nations; and now it was caressing goodnaturedly
the mane of his horse ! His
face too had the sheen that we notice in
the countenances of Greek and Roman
statues; its features certainly were cast
in the noble mold of the antique, and
on them was written — Thou shalt have
no other gods beside me. A smile that
warmed and lulled into tranquillity
every heart played about his lips ; and
yet one knew these lips had but to
whistle, et la Prusse n'existait plus;
these lips had but to whistle, and the
Vatican would fall to pieces; these lips
had but to whistle, and the' entire Holy
Roman Empire would be set dancing.
Yet these lips now wore a smile, and a
smile beamed in his eye. It was an eye
clear as the heavens, it could read the
hearts of men, it saw at a single glance
all the things of the earth, which we
others see only in detail, one by one,
and as colored shadows. The forehead
was less serene, there were brooding
over it the spectres of future battles,
and at times there was a twitching of
the brow, as crowding thoughts passed
over it, great seven-leagued-booted