Near the lilacs (Federman, set by (Mathilde, Baroness Willy de Rothschild)) (The LiederNet Archive: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)

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by D. Federman

Translation © by Emily Ezust

Près du lilas

Language: French (Français)

Available translation(s): ENG

Près du lilas qui penche,
J'ai pressé tendrement sa main,
Sa fine main si blanche ;
Au détour de l'étroit chemin,

Et près de l'onde pure
Aux murmures joyeux,
J'ai vu sa chevelure
Aux longs anneaux soyeux.

Et l'eau, miroir fidèle,
A réfléchi son front vainqueur,
Ses grands yeux de gazelle.
Hélas ! je n'ai pu voir son cœur !

Authorship

by D. Federman [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

by Mathilde, Baroness Willy de Rothschild (1832 - 1924), "Près du lilas" [voice and piano] [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Near the lilacs", copyright © 2012

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This text was added to the website: 2012-11-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 60

Near the lilacs

Language: English after the French (Français)

Near the leaning lilacs
I pressed her hand tenderly,
her delicate hand so pale,
At the bend in the narrow path,

And near the clear stream
with its joyful whispering,
I saw her hair
with its long silky rings.

And the water, faithful mirror,
reflected her triumphant expression,
her large doe-eyes.
Alas! I could not see her heart!

Authorship

Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by Emily Ezust
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a text in French (Français) by D. Federman

This text was added to the website: 2012-11-29
Line count: 12
Word count: 58