Love
Angelica, 7
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Angelica
O yes, thou art my ideal forsooth,
I’ve often confirmed it till dizzy
With kisses and oaths unnumber’d in truth;--
To-day I however am busy.
Return to-morrow between two and three,
And then a fresh-kindled passion
Shall prove my love, and afterwards we
Will dine in a friendly fashion.
And if I in time the tickets receive,
We’ll join in a merry revel,
And go to the Opera, where I believe
They’re playing Robert the Devil.
A wondrous magic play is here,
With devils’ loves and curses;
The music is by Meyerbeer;
By Scribe the wretched verses.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/189/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/189/.
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