HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
Heinrich Heine offered as a substitute for the dominant religion of the Occident a so-called religion of pure humanity — the rehabilitation of the flesh. This substitute, however, could hardly lead to salvation. Its end was cultural pessimism. It would never bring about the kingdom of heaven on earth. The real need was for a wider apphcation of truly Christian principles to the state, to industry, and to the life of multitudes. One of Heine's most memorable passages in the Travel Sketches dealt with the overthrow of the Olympian divinities by the Nazarene. This passage had been quoted with horror by the first English interpreters of the German poet as an illustration of his blasphemy, but among the late Victorians it found favor and was reproduced by George Eliot, Robert Buchanan, James Thomson and others. It described a banquet of the Greek deities: "All at once there approached, panting, a pale Jew, with blooddrops on his brow, a crown of thorns on his head, and a huge cross on his shoulders; and he cast the cross on the banquet-table of the gods, so that the golden cups trembled, and the gods grew dumb and pale, and ever paler, till they finally dissolved away into mist." This passage furnished the inspuration for a dirge by Robert Buchanan, the Scottish [88]
Hellenist and Cultural Pessimist lyricist whom the late Victorians held in high acclaim and whose sensational crusade against Rossetti, Swinburne, and the "Fleshly School of Poetry" was long remembered. Buchanan entitled his lyric The Last Song of Apollo.^ Bewailing the end of the Olympian dynasty and lamenting the passing of beauty and passion from the earth, the sun-god turns to his beloved lyre for the last time and intones a chant of the twilight of paganism: 0 Lyre! O Lyre! Strung with celestial fire! Thou living soul of sound that answereth These fingers that have troubled thee so long, With passion, and with beauty, and with breath Of melancholy song, — Answer, answer, answer me. With thy mournful melody! For the earth is old, and strange Mysteries are working change, And the Dead who slumber'd deep Startle sobbing in their sleep. And the ancient gods divine, Wan and weary o'er their wine, Fade in their ghastly banquet-halls, with large eyes fixed on mine! Ah me! ah me! The earth and air and sea Are shaken; and the great pale gods sit still, The roseate mists around them roll away; — Lo! Hebe falters in the act to fill, [89]
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Hellenist and Cultural Pessimist<br />
lyricist whom the late Victorians held in high acclaim<br />
and whose sensational crusade against Rossetti,<br />
Swinburne, and the "Fleshly School of<br />
Poetry" was long remembered. Buchanan entitled<br />
his lyric The Last Song of Apollo.^ Bewailing the<br />
end of the Olympian dynasty and lamenting the<br />
passing of beauty and passion from the earth, the<br />
sun-god turns to his beloved lyre for the last time<br />
and intones a chant of the twilight of paganism:<br />
0 Lyre! O Lyre!<br />
Strung with celestial fire!<br />
Thou living soul of sound that answereth<br />
These fingers that have troubled thee so long,<br />
With passion, and with beauty, and with breath<br />
Of melancholy song, —<br />
Answer, answer, answer me.<br />
With thy mournful melody!<br />
For the earth is old, and strange<br />
Mysteries are working change,<br />
And the Dead who slumber'd deep<br />
Startle sobbing in their sleep.<br />
And the ancient gods divine,<br />
Wan and weary o'er their wine,<br />
Fade in their ghastly banquet-halls, with large eyes fixed<br />
on mine!<br />
Ah me! ah me!<br />
The earth and air and sea<br />
Are shaken; and the great pale gods sit still,<br />
The roseate mists around them roll away; —<br />
Lo! Hebe falters in the act to fill,<br />
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