English poem
_Book I.--Histories._
by Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)
When vex’d by slander’s treacherous breath, Let thy faith soar the higher; And when thy soul is sad unto death, Then strike thou the lyre.
A flaming and glowing heroical song The chords breathe discreetly! All anger flies, and thy spirit ere long Will bleed to death sweetly.