Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of read more
Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
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 swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently read more
The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently ever,
Dips under the water clear.
