1. Leise zieht durch mein Gemüth [sung text not yet checked]
by Max Spicker (1858 - 1912), "Leise zieht durch mein Gemüth", op. 18 (Lieder) no. 1, published 1887 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Fr. Luckhardt
Language: German (Deutsch)
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.
Text Authorship:
- 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"
by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
1. Sweet chimes are softly filling my soul
Language: English
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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- 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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2. Die Wasserlilie [sung text not yet checked]
by Max Spicker (1858 - 1912), "Die Wasserlilie", op. 18 (Lieder) no. 2, published 1887 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Fr. Luckhardt
Language: German (Deutsch)
Die schlanke Wasserlilie Schaut träumend empor aus dem See; Da grüßt der Mond herunter Mit lichtem Liebesweh. Verschämt senkt sie [das]1 Köpfchen Wieder [hinab]2 zu den Welln -- Da sieht sie zu ihren Füßen Den armen [blassen]3 Geselln.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Neue Gedichte, in Neuer Frühling, no. 15
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 244
1 Pfitzner: "ihr"2 Pfitzner: "zurück"
3 omitted by Pfitzner
by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
2. The slender waterlily
Language: English
The slender waterlily Gazed dreaming up out of the lake. The moon greeted her from above With bright love plaints. Shyly she lowers her little head Down to the waters again -- There she sees at her feet That poor pale fellow.
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Lawrence Snyder, (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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3. Frühlingslied [sung text not yet checked]
by Max Spicker (1858 - 1912), "Frühlingslied", op. 18 (Lieder) no. 3, published 1887 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Fr. Luckhardt
Language: German (Deutsch)
Es brechen [im]1 schallenden Reigen Die Frühlingsstimmen los, Sie können's nicht länger verschweigen, Die Wonne ist gar zu groß! Wohin, sie ahnen es selber kaum, Es rührt sie ein alter, ein süßer Traum! Die Knospen schwellen und glühen Und drängen sich an das Licht, Und warten in sehnendem Blühen, Daß liebende Hand sie bricht. Wohin, sie ahnen es selber kaum, Es rührt sie ein alter, ein süßer Traum! Und Frühlingsgeister, sie steigen Hinab in der Menschen Brust, Und regen da drinnen den Reigen Der ew'gen Jugendlust. Wohin, wir ahnen es selber kaum, Es rührt uns ein alter, ein süßer Traum!
Text Authorship:
- by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Becker, Spicker: "in"; further changes may exist not shown above.
by Karl Klingemann (1798 - 1862)
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