O Harry Heine, curses be,

I live too late to sup with thee!

Who can demolish at such polished ease

Philistia's pomp and Art's pomposities!

SONG FROM DIE HARZREISE

UND DRANG

Nay, dwells he in cloudy rumour alone?

BINYON.

Ye see me and ye say: exceeding sweet

Though life hath lain

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I have lain

with some strange, subtle sickness.

that eternal deep.

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would not go.

ELEGIA

"Far buon tempo e trionfare"

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