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| author [first name] | title | language | publication | id code | last modification | view |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Franz Theremin | O Harfe, die des Gottgeliebten Hand | German | Arg-2297-1139 | 2015-05-25 23:28 Manfred | only this remove | |
| Lord George Gordon Byron | * The harp the monarch minstrel swept | English | Arg-2296-1139 | 2015-05-25 19:56 Manfred | only this remove |
Lord George Gordon Byron , | Lord George Gordon Byron , | |
| translated by Franz Theremin | ||
| O Harfe, die des Gottgeliebten Hand, | The harp the monarch minstrel swept, | |
| Des königlichen Sängers, hat geschlagen, | The King of men, the loved of Heaven, | |
| Die, was die Andacht Innigstes empfand, | Which Music hallow'd while she wept | |
| Auf den geweihten Tönen hat getragen, | O'er tones her heart of hearts had given, | |
| Wie muß jetzt fromme Kunst dein Schweigen klagen! | Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven! | |
| Es ward Gemüthern, die von Erz, | It soften'd men of iron mould, | |
| Durch dich die ungewohnte Sanftmuth theuer; | It gave them virtues not their own; | |
| Es war kein Ohr so stumpf, so roh kein Herz, | No ear so dull, no soul so cold, | |
| Das nicht empfand, nicht glüht' von heilgem Feuer; | That felt not, fired not to the tone, | |
| Und mächt'ger als sein Thron, ward Davids Leier! | Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne! | |
| Es feierte den Ewigen ihr Klang; | It told the triumphs of our King, | |
| Ihr Ton war seiner großen Werke Spiegel; | It wafted glory to our God; | |
| Es horchten froh die Thäler dem Gesang, | It made our gladden'd valleys ring, | |
| Die Zedern ließ er hüpfen und die Hügel, | The cedars bow, the mountains nod; | |
| Und drang zu Gott auf der Begeistrung Flügel. | Its sound aspired to heaven and there abode! | |
| Verklungen ist er jedem Ohr, | Since then, though heard on earth no more, | |
| Von Andacht nur und Liebe noch vernommen. | Devotion and her daughter Love | |
| Für diese bricht ihr hoher Geist hervor. | Still bid the bursting spirit soar | |
| In Tönen, Träumen, die vom Himmel kommen, | To sounds that seem as from above, | |
| Und die kein Tageslicht entführt dem Herz der Frommen. | In dreams that day's broad light can not remove. | |
| Translation of the English poem "The harp the monarch minstrel swept" by Lord George Gordon Byron (*1788-01-22 - †1824-04-18) into German by Franz Theremin (*1780-03-19 - †1846-09-26). | ||
| Author of this English poem is Lord George Gordon Byron (*1788-01-22 - †1824-04-18). |