James Thomson

“ I see the scorn which round thy pale lip weaves,
⁠And see thine eyes outlighten haughtily,
And see the pride with which thy bosom heaves;
⁠And wretched art thou still, wretched as I.
In secret round thy mouth a pain-thrill steals,
⁠Through tears held back thine eyes can scarcely see,
The haughty breast a bleeding heart conceals;
⁠My Love, we both must ever wretched be.
The violets blue of the eyes divine,
And the rose of the cheeks as red as wine,
And the lilies white of the hands so fine,
They flourish and flourish from year to year,
And only the heart is withered and sere. ”

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↑ In the German, Moon, Der Mond, is masculine; and Sun, Die Sonne, feminine. ↑ Not the worst instances of woe; else this would be peculiar which he has just declared common: but the worst kinds of woe; thus claiming for his people unusual sensibility, or hinting that they are inordinately oppressed. ↑ Meyerbeer, the great musician. Heine in his later years lost no opportunity for a skit at him. The poet is also alluding to his own "Atta-Troll," whose title-hero is a bear. ”