Heinrich Heine

Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
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Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
Thy letter, though is long.

And over the pond are sailing
Two swans all white as snow;
Sweet voices mysteriously wailing
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And over the pond are sailing
Two swans all white as snow;
Sweet voices mysteriously wailing
Pierce through me as onward they go.
They sail along, and a ringing
Sweet melody rises on high;
And when the swans begin singing,
They presently must die.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,
Thou a heart's form will discover;
Therefore are the lindens ever
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If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,
Thou a heart's form will discover;
Therefore are the lindens ever
Chosen seats of each fond lover.

Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
And closely their hands together are press'd;
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Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
And closely their hands together are press'd;
And soon as a dance has come to a close,
Another begins, and each merrily goes.