HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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whose green banks Folly grows, is
gathered in harvest, trodden, poured into
casks, and sent abroad. Indeed
'twas but yesterday I heard one say a
foolish thing which, in the year 1811,
was contained in a bunch of grapes that
I myself saw growing on the Joliannisberg.
LOVE
UNREQUITED.
All of my songs are poisoned —
How could it otherwise be ?
The bloom of my very existence
Hast thou e'en poisoned for me.
All of my songs are poisoned —
How could it otherwise be ?
In my bosom I've many a serpent;
There too, my love, I have thee.
MEN.
They are born, eat, drink, sleep, laugh,
cry, slander each other, are greatly
troubled about the propagation of their
race, try to seem what they are not and
to do what they cannot, never shave un-