HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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He sees na the black rocks under, —
He sees but the vision above.
The waters their waves are flingin'
Ower boatie and boatman anon;
And this, with her airtful singin'
The Waterwitch Lurley hath done.
FROM THE SUBLIME TO THE RIDICUL­
OUS.
The desperate republican, who, like
Brutus, plunged a knife to his heart,
perhaps smelt it first to see whether
some one had not split a herring with it.
THE YOUNG YEAR.
The sun burst forth from the sky to
nourish with its beams that old child,
the Earth; the hills trembled for very joy
and wept vehemently in tears of melting
snow, the ice coverings of the lakes
growled and burst asunder, the earth
opened her blue eyes, from her bosom
sprang the sweet flowers, and the sounding
forest — those green palaces of the
iu^'htin,i,rales ; all nature wore a smile,
aud this smile is called Spring. Then