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The Loreley. Heinrich Heine. 1st verse. I cannot determine the meaning Of sorrow that fills my breast : A fable of old , through it streaming , Allows my mind no rest . 2nd verse. The air is cool in the gloaming And gently flows the Rhine The crest of the mountain is gleaming
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The Loreley Heinrich Heine
1st verse I cannotdeterminethemeaning Ofsorrowthatfillsmybreast: A fable ofold, throughitstreaming, Allowsmymindnorest.
2nd verse The airis cool in thegloaming Andgentlyflowsthe Rhine The crestofthemountainisgleaming In fadingraysof Sunshine.
3rd verse The loveliestmaidenissitting Upthere, so wondrously fair Her golden jewelryisglist‘ning Shecombs her golden hair.
4th verse Sheisbrushingitwith a golden comb Shesings a songalong Ithas a wonderous Overpoweringly strong melody.
5th verse The shipper, in thelittleship Istakenwith a savagewoe He hasnoeyefortherockyreefs He‘dratherlookup at themountain.
6th verse I thinkthatthewaves will devour Bothboatand man, byandby Andthat, with her dulcet-voiced power Was donebythe Loreley.