Three Songs [1903-1904]

Night lies on the silent highways,
Sick my heart, my limbs how weary; --
Then like gentle balm descendeth,
Moon, thy soft light on me dreary.

Gentle moon, all dread nocturnal
With thy sweet light thou dost banish;
And mine eyes with tears well over,
And my torments melt and vanish.

Authorship:

• Singable translation by Kate Freiligrath Kroeker (1845 - 1904), "Nacht liegt auf den fremden Wegen", appears in Poems Selected from Heinrich Heine, ed. by Kate Freiligrath Kroeker, London: Walter Scott, Limited, page 122, first published 1887 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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• a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 86, first published 1826/7
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The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!

A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form.
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks [the]2 heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.

I weep, -- my tears revive it not!
I sigh, -- it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.

Authorship:

• by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "On a faded violet", appears in The Literary Pocket-Book, first published 1821 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Na svadlou fialku"
• FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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² Bridge: "my"

Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

Rough wind that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all [the]1 night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main, --
Wail, for the world's wrong!

Authorship:

• by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "A Dirge", written 1822, first published 1824 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Nářek", Prague, J. Otto, first published 1901
• FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Published by Mrs. Shelley in Posthumous Poems, 1824.

¹ omitted by Ives.

Researcher for this text: Ted Perry