Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine
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Heinrich Heine
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) war einer der bedeutendsten deutschen Dichter, Schriftsteller und Journalisten des 19. Jahrhunderts. Er gilt als »letzter Dichter der Romantik« und sein vielschichtiges Werk verlieh der deutschen Literatur eine zuvor nicht gekannte Leichtigkeit. 1797 als Harry Heine geboren, wechselte er kurz vor der Annahme seines Doktortitels vom jüdischen Glauben zur evangelischen Kirche und nahm den Namen Christian Johann Heinrich an. Bei allem Erfolg, stießen sein neuer Schreibstil und seine liberale Überzeugung auf auch viel Ablehnung. Diese, und die Tatsache, dass er keine Anstellung fand, ließ ihn 1831 nach Paris umsiedeln, das eine zweite Heimat für ihn wurde. Während in Deutschland Teile seines Werks verboten und zensiert wurden, wurde er in Frankreich geschätzt und hatte Zugang zur künstlerischen Elite. 1856 starb er dort nach mehr als 10 Jahren schwerer Krankheit.
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Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine - Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine
Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine
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Table of Contents
SONNETS TO MY MOTHER, B. HEINE, née VON GELDERN.
THE SPHINX.
DONNA CLARA.
DON RAMIRO.
TANNHÄUSER.
A LEGEND.
IN THE UNDERWORLD.
THE VALE OF TEARS.
SOLOMON.
MORPHINE.
SONG.
SONG.
SONG.
HOMEWARD BOUND. 1823-1824.
FREDERIKA VARNHAGEN VON ENSE,
HEINRICH HEINE.
HOMEWARD BOUND.
SONGS TO SERAPHINE.
SONGS TO SERAPHINE.
TO ANGELIQUE.
SPRING FESTIVAL.
CHILDE HAROLD.
THE ASRA.
HELENA.
SONG.
THE NORTH SEA.
1825-26.
FREDERICK MERCKEL,
THE NORTH SEA.
FIRST CYCLUS.
SECOND CYCLUS.
Motto, Xenophon's Anabasis—IV. V.
SONNETS TO MY MOTHER, B. HEINE,
née VON GELDERN.
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I.
I have been wont to bear my forehead high—
My stubborn temper yields with no good grace.
The king himself might look me in the face,
And yet I would not downward cast mine eye.
But I confess, dear mother, openly,
However proud my haughty spirit swell,
When I within thy blessed presence dwell,
Oft am I smit with shy humility.
Is it thy soul, with secret influence,
Thy lofty soul piercing all shows of sense,
Which soareth, heaven-born, to heaven again?
Or springs it from sad memories that tell
How many a time I caused thy dear heart pain,
Thy gentle heart, that loveth me so well!
II.
In fond delusion once I left thy side;
Unto the wide world's end I fain would fare,
To see if I might find Love anywhere,
And lovingly embrace Love as a bride.
Love sought I in all paths, at every gate;
Oft and again outstretching suppliant palms,
I begged in vain of Love the slightest alms,
But the world laughed and offered me cold hate.
Forever I aspired towards Love, forever
Towards Love, and ne'ertheless I found Love never,—
And sick at heart, homeward my steps did move.
And lo! thou comest forth to welcome me;
And that which in thy swimming eyes I see,
That is the precious, the long-looked-for Love.
THE SPHINX.
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This is the old enchanted wood,
Sweet lime trees scent the wind;
The glamor of the moon has cast
A spell upon my mind.
Onward I walk, and as I walk—
Hark to that high, soft strain!
That is the nightingale, she sings,
Of love and of love's pain.
She sings of love and of love's pain,
Of laughter and of tears.
So plaintive her carol, so joyous her sobs,
I dream of forgotten years.
Onward I walk, and as I walk,
There stands before mine eyes
A castle proud on an open lawn,
Whose gables high uprise.
With casements closed, and everywhere
Sad silence in court and halls,
It seemed as though mute death abode
Within those barren walls.
Before the doorway crouched a sphinx,
Half horror and half grace;
With a lion's body, a lion's claws,
And a woman's breast and face.
A woman fair! The marble glance
Spake wild desire and guile.
The silent lips were proudly curled
In a confident, glad smile.
The nightingale, she sang so sweet,
I yielded to her tone.
I touched, I kissed the lovely face,
And lo, I was undone!
The marble image stirred with life,
The stone began to move;
She drank my fiery kisses' glow
With panting thirsty love.
She well nigh drank my breath away;
And, lustful still for more,
Embraced me, and my shrinking flesh
With lion claws she tore.
Oh, rapturous martyrdom! ravishing pain!
Oh, infinite anguish and bliss!
With her horrible talons she wounded me,
While she thrilled my soul with a kiss.
The nightingale sang: "Oh beautiful sphinx.
Oh love! what meaneth this?
That thou minglest still the pangs of death
With thy most peculiar bliss?
Thou beautiful Sphinx, oh solve for me
This riddle of joy and tears!
I have pondered it over again and again,
How many thousand years!"
DONNA CLARA.
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In the evening through her garden
Wanders the Alcalde's daughter;
Festal sounds of drum and trumpet
Ring out hither from the castle.
"I am weary of the dances,
Honeyed words of adulation
From the knights who still compare me
To the sun,—with dainty phrases.
"Yes, of all things I am weary,
Since I first beheld by moonlight,
Him my cavalier, whose zither
Nightly draws me to my casement.
"As he stands, so slim and daring,
With his flaming eyes that sparkle
From his nobly-pallid features,
Truly he St. George resembles."
Thus went Donna Clara dreaming,
On the ground her eyes were fastened,
When she raised them, lo! before her
Stood the handsome, knightly stranger.
Pressing hands and whispering passion,
These twain wander in the moonlight.
Gently doth the breeze caress them,
The enchanted roses greet them.
The enchanted roses greet them,
And they glow like love's own heralds;
"Tell me, tell me, my belovèd,
Wherefore, all at once thou blushest."
"Gnats were stinging me, my darling,
And I hate these gnats in summer,
E'en as though they were a rabble
Of vile Jews with long, hooked noses."
Heed not gnats nor Jews, belovèd,
Spake the knight with fond endearments.
From the almond-tree dropped downward
Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms.
Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms
Shed around them fragrant odors.
"Tell me, tell me, my belovèd,
Looks thy heart on me with favor?"
"Yes, I love thee, oh my darling,
And I swear it by our Savior,
Whom the accursèd Jews did murder
Long ago with wicked malice."
Heed thou neither Jews nor Savior,
Spake the knight with fond endearments;
Far-off waved as in a vision
Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlight.
Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlight
Seemed to watch the stars above them.
"Tell me, tell me, my belovèd,
Didst thou not erewhile swear falsely?"
"Naught is false in me, my darling,
E'en as in my bosom floweth
Not a drop of blood that's Moorish,
Neither of foul Jewish current."
Heed not Moors nor Jews, belovèd,
Spake the knight with fond endearments.
Then towards a grove of myrtles
Leads he the Alcalde's daughter.
And with love's slight, subtle meshes,
He hath trapped her and entangled;
Brief their words, but long their kisses,
For their