HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

52 l^eine.
Two rubies are those lips of thine.
Unrivalled in fresh glory;
Thrice happy is the man to whom
They whisper their love story.
Could I but find that lucky man.
But meet that happy lover —
Meet him alone in some dark wood.
His joy would soon be over.
THE CROWN OF THORNS.
The whole Italian people is suffering,
and the suffering have always a greater
air of distinction than the healthy. It
is only the suffering man that is truly
happy; all his limbs have their history of
pain, they are all be-souled. I even believe
that through the agony of suffering
dumb animals may become human; for
once I saw a dying dog that gazed at me
in his death-struggle with an almost human
look.
THIERS.
M. Thiers' language trickles forth continuously
like wine from a cask of which
the spigot has been left out; but the