Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... read more
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all read more
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
