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Heinrich Heine (født 13. december 1797 i Düsseldorf, død 17. februar 1856 i Paris) var en meget kendt tysk digter og journalist. Heine blev født jødisk, men konverterede i 1825 efter sin juridiske embedseksamen til kristendommen og ændrede sit oprindelige fornavn Harry til Heinrich. Heine er en overgangsskikkelse i den tyske litteraturs ...
Before death I shall, moved in my heart, forgive them all the wrong they did me in their lifetime. One must, it is true, forgive one's enemies-- but not before they have been hanged.”. ― Heinrich Heine. 104 likes. Like. “There are more fools in the world than there are people.”. ― Heinrich Heine. tags: fools.
Heinrich Heine [1797-1856] Heine studied at Bonn, Berlin and Göttingen universities, but his calling was for literature rather than law, although he did eventually take a degree. His first published his writings at the age of 34. Heine was a German poet of Jewish origin, born in Düsseldorf.
Heinrich Heine. Hajnrih Hajne ( Heinrich Heine) (rođen 13. 12. 1797 u Dizeldorfu, † 17. 2. 1856. u Parizu) je bio jedan od najvećih nemačkih liričara XIX veka. Zbog naprednih pogleda dela su mu za života bila zabranjivana u Nemačkoj, a kako je bio jevrejskog porekla, zabrana je bila obnovljena i u doba nacizma.
Heinrich Heine. Christian Johann Heinrich Heine narodený ako Harry Heine (* 13. december 1797, Düsseldorf, Nemecko – † 17. február 1856, Paríž) bol nemecký básnik a prozaik vychádzajúci z romantizmu, autor teoretických spisov o kultúre a filozofii, revolučný demokrat, ústredná postava nemeckej literatúry po Goetheho smrti.
Heinrich Heine is known to have had several love affairs. In 1834, he got acquainted with a young girl named Crescence Eugenie Mirat, with whom he started a relationship. Though she had no interest in cultural, social or intellectual ideas, she eventually moved in with him and got married.
Outside, white snowflakes are blowing. Every day so lovely, shining, Not a Mass will be sung then, I saw a crowd of flowers in bloom, My day was happy, fortunate my night. There’s a mirror likeness between the two. It has died in me, as it must, Heinrich Heine - Selected poems in a new freely downloadable translation.
