Poems by Heinrich Heine
Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten
... She combs it with a comb of gold, ...
E'en As A lovely Flower
... My hands I fain had folded ...
With A Copy Of 'The Rabbi Of Bachwach'
... The tears, still southward fleeting, ...
Der Scheidende
... Drink, and sing, and laugh Hes right, ...
Ich Kann Es Nicht Vergessen
... They can bury your soul, love, ...
The Lore-Lei
... With gold is her garment glittering, ...
Losses
... but daily By new courage it's replaced ...
The Hostile Brothers
... There, us midnight strikes, the brothers ...
Ad Finem
... Could I see thee but once, one day, ...
Ich Hatte Einst
... How good it sounds) the words: I love you true! ...
Why The Roses Are So Pale
... And why the lark should in the cloud ...
Sie Liebten Sich Beide
... Would admit to the other they could: ...
Angelique
... Now, all your pride and wildness vanished, ...
The North Sea -- Second Cycle
... And 'twere mere common sense that the gods thou shouldst honour, ...
Morphine
... How soft then, loving, his smile, how blessed his glance! ...
