Heinrich Heine

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach read more

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.

The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.

The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.

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.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all

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.