HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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6o ^mt* THE FISHER-MAIDEN. You lovely fisher-maiden, Bring now the boat to land : Come here and sit beside me, W^e^ll prattle hand in hand. Your head lay on my bosom. Nor be afraid of me : Do you not trust all fearless Daily the great wild sea ? My heart is like the sea, dear. Has storm, and ebb, and flow. And many purest pearl-gems Within its dim depth glow. A HAPPVr DEATH. When all is said, it is much the same in whatever cause one dies, so long as it is for something that is dear to us. THE COMPLETEST LOVE. To be wholly loved with the whole heart, one must be suffering. Pity is the last consecration of love, is perhaps love itseli.

I^etne* 6\ SUPREMACY OF LOVE. Now, alas! I have no faith in the sweet tales of the nightingale, the flattererof Spring. I know how quickly Spring's splendor fades, and when I behold the youngest rosebuds, it is but to see them bloom in crimson robes of sorrow, soon to grow pale, and be scattered by the wind. Everywhere I see only a disguised Winter. But in my bosom still glows that flame of love which soars in ecstasy above the earth, and takes its adventurous flight through the wide yawning space of the sky till it strikes the cold stars, and sinks down again to the little earth, and with mingled sighs and shouts of joy, confesses that in all creation there is nothing more beautiful, nothing better than the human heart. This love is an' inspiration always of God-like essence, whether it prompt to wise or to foolish actions. INTERNATIONALISM. There are no longer nations in Europe but only parties, and it is surprising to observe how, in spite of diversity of color, they recognize one another so readily, and how, notwithstanding the many varieties of language, they understand each other so well.

6o<br />

^mt*<br />

THE<br />

FISHER-MAIDEN.<br />

You lovely fisher-maiden,<br />

Bring now the boat to land :<br />

Come here and sit beside me,<br />

W^e^ll prattle hand in hand.<br />

Your head lay on my bosom.<br />

Nor be afraid of me :<br />

Do you not trust all fearless<br />

Daily the great wild sea ?<br />

My heart is like the sea, dear.<br />

Has storm, and ebb, and flow.<br />

And many purest pearl-gems<br />

Within its dim depth glow.<br />

A HAPPVr<br />

DEATH.<br />

When all is said, it is much the same<br />

in whatever cause one dies, so long as it<br />

is for something that is dear to us.<br />

THE COMPLETEST<br />

LOVE.<br />

To be wholly loved with the whole<br />

heart, one must be suffering. Pity is<br />

the last consecration of love, is perhaps<br />

love itseli.

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