Heinrich Heine

(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Heinrich Heine Poems

41. Ein Weib 4/20/2010
42. Einst Sah Ich Viele 4/20/2010
43. Es War Ein Alter König 4/20/2010
44. Die Unbekannte 4/20/2010
45. Ich Kann Es Nicht Vergessen 4/20/2010
46. Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten 4/20/2010
47. E'En As A Lovely Flower 4/20/2010
48. I Love This White And Slender Body 4/20/2010
49. From 'To Seraphime' 4/20/2010
50. The Asra 1/21/2003
51. Death And His Brother Sleep (‘morphine’) 1/21/2003
52. A Palm-Tree 1/21/2003
53. Death 1/21/2003
Best Poem of Heinrich Heine


Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.

Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.

Read the full of Death

Ad Finem

The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
Yet never the love doth so
Which here in my heart I have.

Could I see thee but once, one day,
And sink down so on my knee,
And die in thy sight while I say,
'Lady, I love but thee!'

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