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Von [all' den] 1 Tapfern, welche starben, Beneidet jeder deinen Tod, Du fielst, die Blume zwischen Garben, Ein Stern im ersten Morgenroth. Zu schau'n in deiner [schönen]2 Züge Nun sanft und still gewordnes Leid, Es mahnt mich fast wie schwere Rüge, Beschleicht mich [wie ein]3 tiefer Neid. Ein stiller Vorwurf scheint zu schweben Um deine Lippen, und dein Mund Zu sprechen noch: wie kann man leben, Wenn alles Große geht zu Grund? O doppelt brennen solche Wunden! O [flucherfüllter Bruderkrieg]4! Um Kreuze wird der Kranz gewunden, Und Trauerglocken läuten Sieg.
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View text without footnotesConfirmed with Hermann Lingg Gedichte, Zweiter Band, Zweite Auflage, Stuttgart: Verlag der J.G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1869, page 347.
1 Rheinberger: "allen"2 Rheinberger: "teuren"
3 Rheinberger: "fast wie"
4 Rheinberger: "Heldenopfer, schwerer Krieg"
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905), "Einem Todten" [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):
- by Joseph (Gabriel) Rheinberger (1839 - 1901), "Einem Toten", op. 48 (Vier deutsche Gesänge) no. 3 (1870) [ TTBB chorus ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor], Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-02-01
Line count: 16
Word count: 93
Of all the valiant ones who died, Every one of them is envious of your death, You fell, a flower among the sheaves, A star in the first red light of morning. To gaze into your [beautiful]1 lineaments' Sorrow, now become gentle and silent, Admonishes me almost like a grave rebuke, Stalks me [like]2 profound envy. A silent reproach seems to hover About your lips, and your mouth [seems] To speak yet: how can one live When everything great perishes? Oh, such wounds burn doubly! Oh [curse-filled civil war]3! About crosses the wreath is wound, And mourning-bells toll victory.
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View text without footnotesTranslations of title(s):
"Einem Todten" = "To one who died"
"Einem Toten" = "To one who died"
2 Rheinberger: "almost like"
3 Rheinberger: "heroic sacrifice, grievous war"
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann von Lingg (1820 - 1905), "Einem Todten"
This text was added to the website: 2021-04-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 102