The Memoirs of Heinrich Heine, and Some Newly-discovered Fragments of His Writings

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G. Bell & sons, 1884 - 274 pages

The Memoirs of Heinrich Heine, And Some Newly-Discovered Fragments of His Writings by 1823-1897Thomas Wiltberger Evans, first published in 1884, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation.

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Page 65 - Some kinder casuists are pleased to say, In nameless print — that I have no" devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way ; My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars, — all that springs from the great Whole. Who hath produced, and will receive the souL...
Page 30 - twas not to defame me, Nor mute, that the world might belie. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one— If my soul was not fitted to prize it, 'Twas folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could forsee, I have found that whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
Page 29 - To pain — it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me : They may crush, but they shall not contemn — They may torture, but shall not subdue me — 'Tis of thee that I think— not of them.
Page 29 - Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, And its fragments are sunk in the wave, Though I feel that my soul is deliver 'd To pain— it shall not be its slave.
Page 6 - The fear of becoming, what he was naturally inclined to be, enormously fat, had induced him, from his first entrance at Cambridge, to adopt, for the purpose of reducing himself, a system of violent exercise and abstinence, together with the frequent use of warm baths.
Page 29 - Tis of thee that I think— not of them. Though human, thou didst not deceive me, Though woman, thou didst not forsake, Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me, Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake ; Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor, mute, that the world might belie.
Page 28 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 6 - Ah! my dear friend," said Byron, mournfully, " if this (laying his hand on his forehead) places me above the rest of mankind, that (pointing to his foot) places me far— far below them.
Page 33 - I've a wife and a child, — they're young, On me, and me only, relying.' " '0, what is a wife or a child to me? Deeper wants all my spirit have shaken : Let them beg, let them beg, should they hungry be! My Emperor, my Emperor taken ! " 'But I beg you, brother, if by chance You soon shall see me dying, Then take my corpse with you back to France: Let it ever in France be lying. " The cross of honor with crimson band Shall rest on my heart as it bound me: Give me my musket in my hand, And buckle...
Page 6 - Becher, finding him one day unusually dejected, endeavored to cheer and rouse him by representing in their brightest colors all the various advantages with which Providence had endowed him, and among the greatest, that of ' a mind which placed him above the rest of mankind.

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