Tell me not that thou dost love me, Though it thrill me with delight: Thou art like the stars above me, I the lowly earth at night. Hast thou, thou from kings descended, Lov'd the Indian cottage born; And shall she whom love befriended, Darken all thy hopeful morn? Go! and for thy father's glory, Wed the blood that's pure and free, 'Tis enough to gild my story, That I once was loved by thee!
Sechs Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte , opus 36
by William Sterndale Bennett (1816 - 1875)
1. Indian love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, first published 1832
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]1. Indische Liebe  [sung text checked 1 time]
Darfst mir Liebe nicht geloben, Ob's mit Wonne mich erfüllt: du bist wie der Stern da droben, Ich die Erd' in Nacht gehüllt. Hast du, Held vom Königsstamme, mich die niedre Magd geliebt, und zum Lohn der hehren Flamme würde würde nun dein Pfad getrübt? Auf! dem Ruhme stolzer Ahnen bring dein Blut so frei und rein, scheiden auch sich unsre Bahnen, fühl ich doch, du warest mein!
Authorship:
- by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Based on:
- a text in English by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, first published 1832
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Winter's gone  [sung text checked 1 time]
Winter's gone, the summer breezes
Breathe the shepherd's joys again,
Village scene no longer pleases,
Pleasures meet upon the plain;
Snows are fled that hung the bowers,
Buds to blossoms softly steal,
Winter's rudeness melts in flowers: -
Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel,
And tend the sheep with me.
Careless here shall pleasures lull thee,
From domestic troubles free;
Rushes for thy couch I'll pull thee,
In the shade thy seat shall be;
All the [flower-buds]1 will I get
Spring's first sunbeams do unseal,
Primrose, cowslip, violet: -
Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel,
And tend the [sheep]2 with me.
[ ... ]
Sweet to sit where brooks are flowing,
Pleasant spreads the gentle heat,
On the green's lap thyme is growing,
[Every]3 molehill forms a seat:
Fear not suns 'cause thou'rt so fair,
In the [thorn-bower]4 we'll conceal;
Ne'er a sunbeam pierces there: -
Charmer, leave thy spinning wheel,
And tend the [sheep]2 with me.
Authorship:
- by John Clare (1793 - 1864), "Ballad", appears in The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems, first published 1821
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Bennett: "flow'r-buds"
2 Bennett: "flocks"
3 Bennett: "Ev'ry"
4 Bennett: "thorn-bow'r"
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2. Winters Macht  [sung text checked 1 time]
Winter's Macht ist überwunden, Weithin schallt des Schäfers Sang, Trübe Tage sind geschwunden, Jubel zieht das Thal entlang. Schnee und Eis, sie sind vergangen Knospen schwell'n zu Blüthen nun; Winter's Frost wird Lenzesprangen, Holde, lass dein Rädchen ruh'n, Die Heerde hüt' mit mir. Lieblich soll dich Freude wiegen, Frei von Noth und Sorgenlast, Binsen breit' ich dir, zu liegen, Hier in kühler Schatten Rast. Alle Blüthen werden dein, Die nur weckt des Lenzes Weh'n, Primeln, Veilchen, Maiglöcklein, Holde, lass dein Rädchen steh'n, Die Heerde hüt' mit mir. [...] Süsse Rast wo Bächlein fliessen, Mild uns wärmt der Sonne Strahl, Würz'ge Kräuter ringsum spriessen, Laub so dicht sich wöbt zum Saal. Scheust du zart des Tages Licht, Hier im Dickicht magst du ruh'n, Das kein Sonnenstrahl durchbricht, Holde, lass dein Rädchen ruh'n, Die Heerde hüt' mit mir.
Authorship:
- by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
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- a text in English by John Clare (1793 - 1864), "Ballad", appears in The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems, first published 1821
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Dawn, gentle flower  [sung text checked 1 time]
Dawn, gentle flower, From the morning earth; We will gaze and wonder At thy wondrous birth! Bloom, gentle flower! Lover of the light, Sought by wind and shower, Fondled by the night! Fade, gentle flower! All thy white leaves close; Having shewn thy beauty, Time 't is for repose. Die, gentle flower, In the silent sun! So, -- all pangs are over, All thy tasks are done! Day hath no more glory, Though he soars so high; Thine is all man's story, Live, -- and love, -- and die!
Authorship:
- by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, "To a flower"
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Confirmed with Englischer Liederschatz aus Englischen und Amerikanischen Dichtern, ed. by Karl Elze, Dessau, Druck und Verlag von Moritz Katz, 1851, pages 115-116.
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3. Keim', holde Blume!  [sung text checked 1 time]
Keim', holde Blume Aus dem Frühlingsbeet, Wir erblicken staunend Wie dein Blüh'n entsteht. Blüh', holde Blume Warm vom Tag gehegt, Sanft vom Wind, vom Regen, Von der Nacht gepflegt... Welk, holde Blume, Schliess dein weisses Kleid; Zeigtest deine Anmuth, Hast nun Ruhezeit... Stirb, holde Blume Von der Sonne Macht, All dein Weh vorüber, All dein Werk vollbracht. Schau des Menschen Leben, Wie er schafft und wirbt,... Gleich der Blume Weben, Lebt, und liebt, und stirbt.
Authorship:
- Singable translation by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Based on:
- a text in English by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, "To a flower"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Castle Gordon  [sung text checked 1 time]
Loud blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover. Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May Heaven be his warden; Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle Gordon. The trees now naked groaning, Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, The birdies dowie moaning, Shall a' be blythly singing, And ev'ry flow'r be springing. Sae I'll rejoice the lee lang day, When (by [his]1 Mighty Warden) My Youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle Gordon.
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The young Highland rover"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Confirmed with The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Cambridge edition, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1897, page 207.
Note: according to the Bennett score, "my young Highland rover" (line 4) refers to "the young Chevalier, Prince Charles Edward"
GLOSSARY
Dowie = sadly
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4. Schloss Gordon  [sung text checked 1 time]
Laut fasst der Stürme Brausen Die Höh'n vom Schnee begraben, So fühl' ich Winter's Grausen, Seitdem mein Hochlandknabe Fern irrt am Wanderstabe. Wohin er geh', und wo er steh, Sei Gott ihm Schirmer worden... Er führe heim ihn nach Strathspey, Zum lieben Schlosse Gordon. Bis Laub die Bäume tragen, Nicht lange kann's mehr währen, Der Vöglein leises Klagen Muss bald in Sang sich kehren, Der Blumen Pracht sich mehren. So wird vergehen all mein Weh, Wenn Gott uns Helfer worden Mein Wandrer heimkehrt nach Strathspey, Zum lieben Schlosse Gordon.
Authorship:
- Singable translation by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Based on:
- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The young Highland rover"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Waldeinsamkeit  [sung text checked 1 time]
Wie wird mir doch das Herz so weit, Irr' ich in diese Herrlichkeit... In's bunte Lenzesprangen? Doch wie es schwirrt und wie es klingt, Wie ist's dass Eins nur zu mir dringt, Ein sehnendes Verlangen? Und Alles wirrt und Alles schwirrt, Wie tief im Wald der Wand'rer irrt... Es läutet wie zum Feste. Doch mitten in dem Frühlingsdrang Sitzt einsam brütend Tagelang, Ein Vöglein auf dem Neste.
Authorship:
- by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. As lonesome through the woods I stray  [sung text checked 1 time]
As lonesome through the woods I stray, Why roveth fancy far away... While spring's delights are thronging? Though softly blows the zephyr wind, What joy is it, for which my mind, So ardently is longing? And all around with joyous sound, As deeper in the woods I'm found... Proclaim a season festive. Yet e'en 'midst all this gorgeous show Sits brooding on yon topmost bough, A lonely bird so pensive.
Authorship:
- Singable translation by H. F. Johnston, Miss
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]6. Sing, Maiden sing!  [sung text checked 1 time]
Sing, Maiden sing! Mouths were made for singing; Listen, -- Songs thou'lt hear Through the wide world ringing; Songs from all the birds, Songs from winds and showers, Songs from seas and streams, Even from sweet flowers. Hear'st thou the rain, How it gently falleth? Hearest thou the bird, Who from forest calleth? Hearest thou the bee O'er the sunflower ringing? Tell us, Maiden, now -- Should'st thou not be singing? Hear'st thou the breeze Round the rose-bud sighing? And the [small sweet]1 rose Love to love replying? So should'st thou reply, To the [prayer]2 we're bringing: So that bud, thy mouth, Should [burst]3 forth in singing!
Authorship:
- by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, "Sing, Maiden sing!"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Barry Cornwall, English Songs, and Other Small Poems: A New Edition, with Additions, London, Chapman and Hall, 1856, page 129.
1 Bennett, Foote: "sweet small"2 Bennett: "pray'r"
3 Bennett, Foote: "break"
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6. Sing', Mädchen, sing'  [sung text checked 1 time]
Sing', Mädchen, sing'! Lippen sind zum Singen, Höre durch das All Süssen Sang erklingen: Sang der Vöglein Schaar, Sang vom Wind und Wellen, Sang von Strom und See -- Hörst's aus Blüthen quellen. Hörst Regens Fall, Tröpf'lnd sanft hernieder, Hörst die Nachtigall Flötend ihre Lieder? Hörst der Bienen Laut Durch die Blumen klingen? Sag' uns, Mädchen, sag', Musst auch du nicht singen? Hörst wie der West, Gaukelt um die Rose, Wie die Rose haucht Lieb' fü'r Liebgekose? So verlangt mein Lied Dir in's Herz du dringen, Bis dein Knospenmund Öffnet sich zum Singen.
Authorship:
- Singable translation by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
Based on:
- a text in English by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, "Sing, Maiden sing!"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]