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by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924)

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1. Winternacht  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Winternacht", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Verschneit liegt rings die ganze Welt,
Ich hab' Nichts, was mich freuet,
Verlassen steht der Baum im Feld,
Hat längst sein Laub verstreuet.

Der Wind nur geht bei stiller Nacht
Und rüttelt an den Baume,
Da rührt er seinen Wipfel sacht
Und redet wie im Traume.

Er träumt von künft'ger Frühlingszeit,
Von Grün und Quellenrauschen,
Wo er im neuen Blüten-Kleid
Zu Gottes Lob wird rauschen.

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
1. Winter night
Language: English 
The whole world lies covered in snow,
Nothing brings me joy;
The tree stands desolate in the field,
Having long since shed its leaves.

Only the wind stirs in the silent night;
And rustling in the tree,
It gently shakes the treetop there
And makes it speak as if in a dream.

[The tree] is dreaming of the springtime to come,
Of [the colour] green, and of hissing springs,
Of [a time] when, in a new cloak of blossoms,
It will rustle in praise of God.

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2. Wehmuth  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Wehmuth", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ich kann wohl manchmal singen,
Als ob ich fröhlich sei,
Doch heimlich Tränen dringen,
Da wird das Herz mir frei.

[Es]1 lassen Nachtigallen,
Spielt draußen Frühlingsluft,
Der Sehnsucht Lied erschallen
Aus ihres [Kerkers]2 Gruft.

[Da]3 lauschen alle Herzen,
Und alles ist erfreut,
Doch keiner [fühlt]3 die Schmerzen,
Im Lied das tiefe Leid.

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1 Blodek, Hensel, Jensen, Schoeck, Széchényi: "So"
2 Blodek, Jensen, Schoeck, Széchényi: "Käfigs"
3 Barth, Hensel: "Es"
4 Hensel: "ahnt"

by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
2.
Language: English 
Sometimes I can sing
as if I were happy,
but secretly tears well up
and free my heart.

The nightingales, 
when spring breezes play, let
their songs of yearning resound
from the depths of their dungeons.

Then all hearts listen
and everyone rejoices;
yet no one truly feels the anguish
of the song's deep sorrow.

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Translation of title "Wehmut" = "Melancholy"


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3. Schäfers Sonntagslied  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Schäfers Sonntagslied", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Das ist der Tag des Herrn!
Ich bin allein auf weiter Flur;
Noch eine Morgenglocke nur,
Nun Stille nah und fern.

Anbetend knie ich hier.
O süßes Graun, geheimes Wehn,
Als knieten viele ungesehn
Und beteten mit mir.

Der Himmel nah und fern
Er ist so [klar]1 und feierlich,
So ganz, als wollt er öffnen sich.
Das ist der Tag des Herrn!

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Note: Hensel's score has "Nur" in stanza 1, line 3, word 1, but this is probably a typo.

1 Hensel, Mendelssohn: "still" (in some printings)

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
3. A shepherd's Sunday song
Language: English 
This is the day of the Lord!
I am alone on the wide meadow;
yet only one morning bell,
then silence near and far.
 
Adoring,  I kneel here.
O sweet shudder!  Secret stirring!
As if many knelt unseen
and prayed with me.
 
The sky near and far,
it is so serene and solemn,
altogether as if it would open up!
This is the day of the Lord!

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4. Lockung   [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Lockung ", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 4, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Hörst du nicht die Bäume rauschen
Draußen durch die stille Rund?
Lockts dich nicht, hinabzulauschen
Von dem Söller in den Grund,
Wo die vielen Bäche gehen
Wunderbar im Mondenschein
Wo die stillen Schlösser sehen
In den Fluß vom hohen Stein?

Kennst du noch die irren Lieder
Aus der alten, schönen Zeit?
Sie erwachen alle wieder
Nachts in Waldeseinsamkeit,
Wenn die Bäume träumend lauschen
Und der Flieder duftet schwül
Und im Fluß die Nixen rauschen -
Komm herab, hier ist's so kühl.

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
4. Can't you hear the forest rustle
Language: English 
Can't you hear the forest rustle
outside through the quiet round?
Aren't you tempted to listen
down from the balcony to the ground
where the many brooks flow
wondrously in moonlight -
where the silent castles look
into the river from the high rock?

Do you remember the mad songs
from former, beautiful times?
They all awake again at night,
in the loneliness of the forest,
when the dreaming trees are listening
and the lilac has a sultry scent
and in the river the mermaids murmur:
come down, here it is so cool.

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5. In der Ferne   [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "In der Ferne ", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 5, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Will ruhen unter den Bäumen hier,
Die [Vögelein]1 hör' ich so gerne.
Wie [singet]2 ihr so zum Herzen mir!
Von [unsrer]3 Liebe was wisset ihr
In dieser weiten Ferne?

Will ruhen hier an des Baches Rand,
Wo [duftige Blümlein]4 sprießen.
Wer hat euch Blümlein, [hieher]5 gesandt?
Seid ihr ein [herzliches]6 Liebespfand
Aus der Ferne von meiner Süßen?

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1 Aggházy, Herrmann, Unger: "Vöglein"
2 Herrmann: "singt"
3 Andersson: "meiner"
4 Aggházy: "duftige Blumen"; Herrmann: "duft'ge Blumen"
5 Brahms, Andersson: "hierher"
6 Herrmann: "herzlich"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
5. Far away
Language: English 
I will rest under the trees here,
I enjoy listening to the little birds so much;
How can your singing affect my heart so!
What do you know of our love,
In this far-off place?

I will rest here on the edge of the brook,
Where fragrant little flowers sprout.
Who has sent you little blossoms here?
Are you a heartfelt pledge of love
From my far-off sweetheart?

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6. Mein Herz ist schwer  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Mein Herz ist schwer", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 6, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Mein Herz ist schwer, Gott sei's geklagt,
Mein Herz ist schwer für Einen.
O Gott, eine lange Winternacht
Könnt' wachen ich für Einen!
O Leid, für Einen!
O Freud', für Einen!
Die ganze Welt könnt' ich durchziehn für Einen!

Ihr Mächte, reiner Liebe hold,
O lächelt mild auf Einen!
Schützt vor Gefahr ihn, bringt gesund
Zurück mir meinen Einen!
O Leid, für Einen!
O Freud', für Einen!
Ich tät' - o Gott, was tät' ich nicht für Einen?

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Ferdinand Freiligrath, 7. Aufl., Stuttgart und Tübingen, 1844.


by Ferdinand Freiligrath (1810 - 1876)
6.
Language: English 
My heart is worried, God it laments,
My heart is worried for the One.
O God, through a long winter’s night
I would keep watch for the One!
O sorrow, for the One!
O joy, for the One!
I could withstand the whole earth for the One!

You powers, pure love so kind,
O, smile gently upon the One!
Shield him from danger; Bring, healthy,
My One back to me!
O sorrow, for the One!
O joy, for the One!
I would… O God, what wouldn’t I do for the One?

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7. Morgenlied  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Morgenlied", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 7, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Noch ahnt man kaum der Sonne Licht, 
Noch sind die Morgenglocken nicht 
Im finstern Tal erklungen.

Wie still des Waldes weiter Raum! 
Die Vöglein zwitschern nur im Traum, 
Kein Sang hat sich erschwungen.

Ich hab' mich längst ins Feld gemacht, 
Und habe schon dies Lied erdacht, 
Und hab' es laut gesungen

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by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
7. Morning song / Sunlight
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One hardly yet expects the sun light,
The morning-bells have not
In the darkened valley yet sounded.

How quiet is the forest's wide realm!
The birds chirp only in their dreams,
No song has yet been offered.

I have myself been long in the fields,
And have devised this song already,
And have sung it loudly

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8. Der Bote   [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Der Bote ", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 8, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  Am [Himmelsgrund schießen]1
So lustig die Stern',
Dein Schatz läßt dich grüßen
Aus weiter, weiter Fern' !

  Hat eine Zither gehangen
An der Thür unbeacht't,
Der Wind ist gegangen
Durch die Saiten bei Nacht.

  Schwang sich auf dann vom Gitter
Über die Berge, übern Wald --
Mein Herz ist die Zither,
Gibt ein'n fröhlichen Schall.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff, Halle an der Saale: Druck und Verlag von Otto Hendel, [no year], page 141.

1 Bohm: "Himmelsgrunde schienen"; further changes may exist not shown above.

by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
8.
Language: English 
The stars [shoot]1 so merrily
Across the heavenly background,
Your beloved sends you greetings
From the great, great distance!
 
Unnoticed, a zither hung
At the door;
The wind blew through
The strings by night.
 
[The tones] then rose aloft from the strings
Over the mountains, over the forest --
My heart is the zither,
It emits a joyous sound.

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1 Bohm: " shine"; further changes may exist, not shown above.


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9. Nachtreise  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Nachtreise", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 9, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein, 
Nicht Mond noch Sterne geben Schein, 
Die kalten Winde tosen. 
Oft hab' ich diesen Weg gemacht, 
Wann goldner Sonnenschein gelacht, 
[Bei]1 lauer Lüfte Kosen.

Ich reit' am finstern Garten hin, 
Die dürren Bäume sausen drin, 
Die welken Blätter fallen. 
Hier pflegt' ich in der Rosenzeit, 
Wann alles sich der Liebe weiht, 
Mit meinem Lieb zu wallen.

Erloschen ist der Sonne Strahl, 
Verwelkt die Rosen allzumal, 
Mein Lieb zu Grab' getragen. 
Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein 
Im Wintersturm, ohn' allen Schein, 
Den Mantel umgeschlagen.

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1 Zenger: "Und"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
9. Journey at night
Language: English 
I am riding into the dark land,
Neither moon nor stars offer any light,
The cold winds are roaring.
I have often taken this track
When golden sunlight was smiling down,
With the caress of gentle breezes.

I am riding towards the dark garden,
The barren trees are rustling within it,
The faded leaves are falling.
Here I busied myself at the time of roses,
When everything was dedicated to love,
Spending time with my love.

The sun's beams have been extinguished,
Every one of the roses has withered,
My love has been carried to the grave.
I am riding into the dark land,
In the winter storm, without any light,
With my coat turned up.

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"Die Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Ich reit' in's finstre Land hinein" = "I am riding into the dark land"
"Nachtlied" = "Night song"
"Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Nachtritt" = "Riding at night"



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10. Frühlingsgruss  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Frühlingsgruss", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 10, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
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Es steht ein Berg in Feuer,
In feurigem Morgenbrand,
Und auf des Berges Spitze
Ein Tannbaum überm Land. 

Und auf dem höchsten Wipfel 
Steh ich und schau vom Baum, 
O Welt, du schöne Welt, du,
Man sieht dich vor Blüten kaum!

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
10.
Language: English 
A mountain rises on fire,
In the flaming blaze of morning,
And on the mountain’s summit, 
A fir tree stands high above the land.

And on the very highest branch,
I stand, gazing out from the tree,
O world, you beautiful world, you,
One can hardly see you for all the blooms!

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Translation of title "Frühlingsgruß" = "Spring greetings"


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11. In der Fremde  [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "In der Fremde", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 11, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Grün war die Weide,
Der Himmel blau,
Wir saßen beide
Auf glänzender Au.

Sind's Nachtigallen
Wieder, was ruft,
Lerchen, die schallen
Aus warmer Luft?

Ich hör die Lieder,
Fern, ohne dich,
Lenz ist's wohl wieder,
Doch nicht für mich.

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by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
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12. Frische Fahrt   [sung text not yet checked]
by Alexis Holländer (1840 - 1924), "Frische Fahrt ", op. 30 (Zwölf Lieder für Alt (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte) no. 12, published 1883 [ alto or baritone and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Laue Luft kommt blau geflossen,
Frühling, Frühling soll es sein!
Waldwärts Hörnerklang geschossen,
Mut'ger Augen lichter Schein;
Und das Wirren bunt und bunter
Wird ein magisch wilder Fluß,
In die schöne Welt hinunter
Lockt dich dieses Stromes Gruß.

Und ich mag mich nicht bewahren!
Weit von Euch treibt mich der Wind;
Auf dem Strome will ich fahren,
Von dem Glanze selig blind!
Tausend Stimmen lockend schlagen;
Hoch Aurora flammend weht;
Fahre zu! ich mag nicht fragen,
Wo die Fahrt zu Ende geht.

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Confirmed with Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff, Gedichte, Berlin, Verlag von M. Simion, 1841, page 3.


by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)
12.
Language: English 
Balmy airs approach, blue and flowing,
Spring, spring it soon shall be!
Toward the woods horn sounds are aimed,
Proudly the lights of the eyes shimmer,
And that confusion, festive and colorful,
Becomes a magic wild river
Into the pretty world below
The streams' greeting beckons you.

And I desire not my safety!
The wind drives me far from you,
I want to go on the stream,
Blessedly blinded by the radiance.
A thousand voices strongly beckoning,
Highly Aurora's flames sway:
Ever onward, I dare not ask
Where the journey will come to an end.

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Translation of title "Frische Fahrt" = "Wanderers' song"


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