English translations of Fünf Lieder für eine Singstimme mit Begleitung des Piano, opus 18
by Bruno Ramann (1832 - 1897)
Leise [zieht]1 durch mein Gemüth Liebliches Geläute. Klinge, kleines Frühlingslied, Kling' hinaus in's Weite. [Kling']2 hinaus bis an das Haus, Wo die [Blumen]3 sprießen. Wenn du eine Rose schaust, Sag' ich lass' sie grüßen.
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- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 6
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Neue Gedichte von Heinrich Heine, Zehnte Auflage, Hamburg, Hoffmann und Campe, 1871, page 10.
Note: modern German would change the spelling "Gemüth" to "Gemüt"
1 Quiteria: "klingt"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Grieg: "Zieh"
3 Gade, Grieg, Urspruch, Zenger: "Veilchen"
Sweet chimes are softly filling my soul; Ring, little springtime-song Ring out: far and wide. Go forward till you reach the house, where the violets bloom; And if you see a rose, give her my greetings.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Marty Lucas, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 6
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Dort unterm Lindenbaume In linder Sommernacht Hab ich im süßen Träume, Süß Liebchen, dein gedacht. Und als ich rief im Träume Den liebsten Namen dein, Da rauschten im Lindenbaume Viel liebe Melodein. Die goldnen Äste klangen Gar wundersamen Klang, Die goldnen Vöglein sangen Gar wundersüßen Gesang. Nun bin ich von dem Singen Erwacht im Morgenschein, Und hör' noch immer klingen Den liebsten Namen dein.
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- by (Karl) Wilhelm Osterwald (1820 - 1887), "Nachklingen", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch: Lieder, no. 103, first published 1848
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There, beneath the linden tree On a balmy summer night I did, in my sweetest dreams, Sweet darling, think of you. And when within the dream I called out Your most beloved name, Through the linden tree there rustled Many delightful melodies. The golden branches resounded With an utterly wonderful sound, The golden birds sang, An utterly wonderful song. And now, from their singing, I have awakened in morning’s light, And I still hear, echoing around me, Your most beloved name.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2022 by Michael P Rosewall, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Karl) Wilhelm Osterwald (1820 - 1887), "Nachklingen", appears in Gedichte, in 1. Erstes Buch: Lieder, no. 103, first published 1848
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Leis' rudern hier, mein Gondolier! Die Flut vom Ruder sprühn so leise laß, daß sie uns nur vernimmt, zu der wir zieh'n! O könnte, wie er schauen kann, der Himmel reden -- traun, Er spräche vieles wohl von dem, was Nachts die Sterne schau'n! Nun rasten hier, mein Gondolier! Ins Boot die Ruder! sacht! [Auf]1 zum Balkone schwing' ich mich, doch du hältst unten Wacht, O, wollten halb so eifrig nur dem Himmel wir uns weih'n, Als schöner Weiber [Dienste]2 -- trau'n, wir könnten Engel sein!
Text Authorship:
- by Ferdinand Freiligrath (1810 - 1876), "Row gently here"
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- a text in English by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Row gently here", subtitle: "Venetian air", appears in National Airs, first published 1822
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: in Freiligrath's published form, this is a poem of two stanzas with four lines each.
1 Schumann: "Sacht auf"
2 Schumann: "Diensten"
Row softly here, My gondolier! Let the flood spray from the oar so quietly That only she perceives us -- She, to whom we travel! Oh if Heaven could speak As it can see -- truly, It would speak much of that Which the stars see at night! Now rest here, My gondolier! Take the oars into the boat! Gently! [Up] 1 to the balcony I swing myself, But you keep watch down below, Oh, if only half as assiduously We would dedicate ourselves to Heaven, As we do to the service of beautiful women -- truly, We could be angels!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2016 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Ferdinand Freiligrath (1810 - 1876), "Row gently here"
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- a text in English by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Row gently here", subtitle: "Venetian air", appears in National Airs, first published 1822
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View original text (without footnotes)Translated titles:
"Venetianisches Gondellied" = "Venetian gondola-song"
"Gondellied" = "Gondola-song"
"Leis rudern hier, mein Gondolier" = "Row quietly here, my gondolier"
"Venetianisches Lied I" = "Venetian song I"
"Gondelfahrer" = "Gondolier"
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Ich [hab']1 eine alte Muhme, Die ein altes Büchlein hat, Es liegt in dem alten Buche Ein altes, dürres Blatt. So dürr sind [wohl auch]2 die Hände, [Die einst im Lenz ihr's]3 gepflückt. -- Was mag doch die Alte haben? Sie weint, [so oft]4 sie's erblickt? --
Text Authorship:
- by Anton Alexander, Graf von Auersperg (1806 - 1876), as Anastasius Grün, "Das Blatt im Buche", appears in Blätter der Liebe, in Zweite Liebe, no. 9
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Gedichte von Anastasius Grün, Vierte, vermehrte Auflage, Leipzig: Weidmann'sche Buchhandlung, 1843, page 34.
1 Schultz: "hatte"; further changes may exist not shown above.2 Dorn, Reger: "auch wohl"
3 Decker, Dorn, Reger: "Die's einst im Lenz ihr"
4 Decker, Reger: "wenn"
I have an elderly aunt, Who has a small, old book; Lying in the old book - An old, dry leaf. So very dry, as well, are the hands Which once plucked it while in bloom. What then does the elderly one do? She weeps when she sees it.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2022 by Michael P Rosewall, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Anton Alexander, Graf von Auersperg (1806 - 1876), as Anastasius Grün, "Das Blatt im Buche", appears in Blätter der Liebe, in Zweite Liebe, no. 9
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Blümchen ich lieben mag
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