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by August Heinrich Julius Lafontaine (1758 - 1831)

Die Tochter an ihre Mutter
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Mutter, was belaurst du meine Blike,
Wenn ein schöner Mann vorübergeht? 
Sieh, die Nadel hier, mit der ich strike,
Sieh, das Röschen, wenn ich es zerpflüke,
Selbst die Feder, die am Hut mir weht,
...
Hast du tausend Augen, tausend Ohren–
Amor macht sie alle blind und taub.
Laß mich nur! Ich bin ja doch verloren,
Ist mein armes Herz erst Amors Raub.

Text Authorship:

  • by August Heinrich Julius Lafontaine (1758 - 1831), "Die Tochter an ihre Mutter", appears in Klara du Plessis und Klairant. Eine Familiengeschichte Franzsischer Emigrierten, Berlin, first published 1795 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), [adaptation] ; composed by Georg Gerson.
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This text was added to the website: 2014-05-26
Line count: 10
Word count: 62

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