HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
I know not what spell is o'er me, That I am so sad to-day; An old myth floats before me— I cannot chase it away. The cool air darkens, and listen, How softly flows the Rhine! The mountain peaks still glisten Where the evening sunbeams shine. The fairest maid sits dreaming In radiant beauty there. Her gold and her jewels are gleaming. She combeth her golden hair. With a golden comb she is combing; A wondrous song sings she. The music quaint in the gloaming, Hath a powerful melody. 76
It thrills with a passionate yearning The boatman below in the night. He heeds not the rocky reef's warning, He gazes alone on the height. I think that the waters swallowed The boat and the boatman anon. And this, with her singing unhallowed. The Lorelei hath done. n
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- Page 32 and 33: Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms She
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- Page 42 and 43: "In the name of God, begone then!"
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- Page 54 and 55: She gave him broth, she gave him br
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- Page 62 and 63: Not a harvest dance without her. Sh
- Page 64 and 65: The Vale of Tears The night wind th
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- Page 114 and 115: 3^ They think my heart is breaking.
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It thrills with a passionate yearning<br />
The boatman below in the night.<br />
He heeds not the rocky reef's warning,<br />
He gazes alone on the height.<br />
I think that the waters swallowed<br />
The boat and the boatman anon.<br />
And this, with her singing unhallowed.<br />
The Lorelei hath done.<br />
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