Appendix Of Poems Etc. In Schiller's Dramatic Works Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The following variations appear in the first two verses of Hector's | B |
| Farewell as given in The Robbers act ii scene | C |
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| ANDROMACHE | D |
| Wilt thou Hector leave me leave me weeping | E |
| Where Achilles' murderous blade is heaping | E |
| Bloody offerings on Patroclus' grave | F |
| Who alas will teach thine infant truly | G |
| Spears to hurl the gods to honor duly | G |
| When thou'rt buried 'neath dark Xanthus' wave | F |
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| HECTOR | H |
| Dearest wife go fetch my death spear glancing | E |
| Let me join the battle dance entrancing | E |
| For my shoulders bear the weight of Troy | I |
| Heaven will be our Astyanax' protector | H |
| Falling as his country's savior Hector | H |
| Soon will greet thee in the realms of joy | I |
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| The following additional verse is found in Amalia's Song as sung in The | J |
| Robbers act iii scene It is introduced between the first and second | K |
| verses as they appear in poems | L |
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| His embrace what maddening rapture bound us | M |
| Bosom throbbed 'gainst bosom with wild might | N |
| Mouth and ear were chained night reigned around us | M |
| And the spirit winged toward heaven its flight | N |
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| From The Robbers act iv scene | C |
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| CHORUS OF ROBBERS | B |
| What so good for banishing sorrow | O |
| As women theft and bloody affray | O |
| We must dance in the air to morrow | O |
| Therefore let's be right merry to day | P |
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| A free and jovial life we've led | Q |
| Ever since we began it | R |
| Beneath the tree we make our bed | Q |
| We ply our task when the storm's o'erhead | Q |
| And deem the moon our planet | Q |
| The fellow we swear by is Mercury | O |
| A capital hand at our trade is he | O |
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| To day we become the guests of a priest | Q |
| A rich farmer to morrow must feed us | M |
| And as for the future we care not the least | Q |
| But leave it to heaven to heed us | M |
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| And when our throats with a vintage rare | O |
| We've long enough been supplying | E |
| Fresh courage and strength we drink in there | O |
| And with the evil one friendship swear | O |
| Who down in hell is frying | E |
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| The groans o'er fathers reft of breath | S |
| The sorrowing mothers' cry of death | S |
| Deserted brides' sad sobs and tears | T |
| Are sweetest music to our ears | U |
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| Ha when under the axe each one quivering lies | V |
| When they bellow like calves and fall round us like flies | V |
| Naught gives such pleasure to our sight | Q |
| It fills our ears with wild delight | Q |
| And when arrives the fatal day | Q |
| The devil straight may fetch us | M |
| Our fee we get without delay | Q |
| They instantly Jack Ketch us | M |
| One draught upon the road of liquor bright and clear | O |
| And hip hip hip hurrah we're seen no longer here | O |
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| From The Robbers act iv scene | C |
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| MOOR'S SONG | E |
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| BRUTUS | M |
| Ye are welcome peaceful realms of light | Q |
| Oh receive Rome's last surviving son | W |
| From Philippi from the murderous fight | Q |
| Come I now my race of sorrow run | W |
| Cassius where art thou Rome overthrown | X |
| All my brethren's loving band destroyed | Q |
| Safety find I at death's door alone | X |
| And the world to Brutus is a void | Q |
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| CAESAR | O |
| Who now with the ne'er subdued one's tread | Q |
| Hither from yon rocks makes haste to come | Y |
| Ha if by no vision I'm misled | Q |
| 'Tis the footstep of a child of Rome | Z |
| Son of Tiber whence dost thou appear | O |
| Stands the seven hilled city as of yore | O |
| Oft her orphaned lot awakes my tear | O |
| For alas her Caesar is no more | O |
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| BRUTUS | M |
| Ha thou with the three and twenty wounds | A2 |
| Who hath dead one summoned thee to light | Q |
| Back to gaping Orcus' fearful bonds | B2 |
| Haughty mourner triumph not to night | Q |
| On Philippi's iron altar lo | O |
| Reeks now freedom's final victim's blood | Q |
| Rome o'er Brutus' bier feels her death throe | O |
| He seeks Minos Back to thy dark flood | Q |
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| CAESAR | O |
| Oh the death stroke Brutus' sword then hurled | Q |
| Thou too Brutus thou Could this thing be | O |
| Son It was thy father Son the world | Q |
| Would have fallen heritage to thee | O |
| Go 'mongst Romans thou art deemed immortal | C2 |
| For thy steel hath pierced thy father's breast | Q |
| Go and shout it even to yon portal | C2 |
| Brutus is 'mongst Romans deemed immortal | C2 |
| For his steel hath pierced his father's breast | Q |
| Go thou knowest now what on Lethe's strand | Q |
| Made me a prisoner stand | Q |
| Now grim steersman push thy bark from land | Q |
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| BRUTUS | M |
| Father stay In all earth's realms so fair | O |
| It hath been my lot to know but one | W |
| Who with mighty Caesar could compare | O |
| And of yore thou called'st him thy son | W |
| None but Caesar could a Rome o'erthrow | O |
| Brutus only made great Caesar fear | O |
| Where lives Brutus Caesar's blood must flow | O |
| If thy path lies yonder mine is here | O |
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| From Wallenstein's Camp scene | C |
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| RECRUIT'S SONG | E |
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| How sweet the wild sound | Q |
| Of drum and of fife | D2 |
| To roam o'er earth's round | Q |
| Lead a wandering life | D2 |
| With steed trained aright | Q |
| And bold for the fight | Q |
| With a sword by the side | Q |
| To rove far and wide | Q |
| Quick nimble and free | O |
| As the finch that we see | O |
| On bushes and trees | E2 |
| Or braving the breeze | E2 |
| Huzza then the Friedlander's banner for me | O |
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| From Wallenstein's Camp scene the last | Q |
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| SECOND CUIRASSIER sings | F2 |
| Up up my brave comrades to horse to horse | G2 |
| Let us haste to the field and to freedom | Y |
| To the field for 'tis there that is proved our hearts' force | G2 |
| 'Tis there that in earnest we need 'em | Y |
| None other can there our places supply | H2 |
| Each must stand alone on himself must rely | H2 |
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| CHORUS | M |
| None other can there our places supply | H2 |
| Each must stand alone on himself must rely | H2 |
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| DRAGOON | C |
| Now freedom appears from the world to have flown | C |
| None but lords and their vassals one traces | I2 |
| While falsehood and cunning are ruling alone | C |
| O'er the living cowardly races | I2 |
| The man who can look upon death without fear | O |
| The soldier is now the sole freeman left here | O |
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| CHORUS | M |
| The man who can look upon death without fear | O |
| The soldier is now the sole freeman left here | O |
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| FIRST YAGER | O |
| The cares of this life he casts them away | Q |
| Untroubled by fear or by sorrow | O |
| He rides to his fate with a countenance gay | Q |
| And finds it to day or to morrow | O |
| And if 'tis to morrow to day we'll employ | I |
| To drink full deep of the goblet of joy | I |
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| CHORUS | M |
| And if 'tis to morrow to day we'll employ | I |
| To drink full deep of the goblet of joy | I |
| They refill their glasses and drink | E |
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| CAVALRY SERGEANT | Q |
| The skies o'er him shower his lot filled with mirth | J2 |
| He gains without toil its full measure | O |
| The peasant who grubs in the womb of the earth | J2 |
| Believes that he'll find there the treasure | O |
| Through lifetime he shovels and digs like a slave | F |
| And digs till at length he has dug his own grave | F |
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| CHORUS | M |
| Through lifetime he shovels and digs like a slave | F |
| And digs till at length he has dug his own grave | F |
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| FIRST YAGER | O |
| The horseman as well as his swift footed beast | Q |
| Are guests by whom all are affrighted | Q |
| When glimmer the lamps at the wedding feast | Q |
| In the banquet he joins uninvited | Q |
| He woos not long and with gold he ne'er buys | V |
| But carries by storm love's blissful prize | V |
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| CHORUS | M |
| He woos not long and with gold he ne'er buys | V |
| But carries by storm love's blissful prize | V |
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| SECOND CUIRASSIER | O |
| Why weeps the maiden Why sorrows she so | O |
| Let me hence let me hence girl I pray thee | O |
| The soldier on earth no sure quarters can know | O |
| With true love he ne'er can repay thee | O |
| Fate hurries him onward with fury blind | Q |
| His peace he never can leave behind | Q |
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| CHORUS | M |
| Fate hurries him onward with fury blind | Q |
| His peace he can never leave behind | Q |
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| FIRST YAGER | O |
| Taking his two neighbors by the hand The rest do the same | K2 |
| forming a large semi circle | C2 |
| Away then my comrades our chargers let's mount | Q |
| In the battle the bosom bounds lightly | O |
| Youth boils and life's goblet still foams at the fount | Q |
| Away while the spirit glows brightly | O |
| Unless ye have courage your life to stake | E |
| That life ye never your own can make | E |
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| CHORUS | M |
| Unless ye have courage your life to stake | E |
| That life ye never your own can make | E |
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| From William Tell act i scene | C |
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| SCENE The high rocky shore of the Lake of Lucerne opposite Schwytz | M |
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| The lake forms an inlet in the land a cottage is near the shore | O |
| a fisher boy is rowing in a boat Beyond the lake are seen the green | C |
| pastures the villages and farms of Schwytz glowing in the sunshine | C |
| On the left of the spectator are the peaks of the Hacken enveloped in | C |
| clouds on his right in the distance are seen the glaciers Before | O |
| the curtain rises the RANZ DES VACHES and the musical sound of the | J |
| cattle bells are heard and continue also for some time after the scene | C |
| opens | M |
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| FISHER BOY sings in his boat | Q |
| AIR Ranz des Vaches | M |
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| Bright smiles the lake as it woos to its deep | L2 |
| A boy on its margin of green lies asleep | L2 |
| Then hears he a strain | C |
| Like the flute's gentle note | Q |
| Sweet as voices of angels | M |
| In Eden that float | Q |
| And when he awakens with ecstasy blest | Q |
| The waters are playing all over his breast | Q |
| From the depths calls a voice | M |
| Dearest child with me go | O |
| I lure down the sleeper | O |
| I draw him below | O |
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| HERDSMAN on the mountain | C |
| AIR Variation of the Ranz des Vaches | M |
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| Ye meadows farewell | M2 |
| Ye pastures so glowing | E |
| The herdsman is going | E |
| For summer has fled | Q |
| We depart to the mountain we'll come back again | C |
| When the cuckoo is calling when wakens the strain | C |
| When the earth is tricked out with her flowers so gay | Q |
| When the stream sparkles bright in the sweet month of May | Q |
| Ye meadows farewell | M2 |
| Ye pastures so glowing | E |
| The herdsman is going | E |
| For summer has fled | Q |
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| CHAMOIS HUNTER appearing on the top of a rock | E |
| AIR Second Variation of the Ranz des Vaches | M |
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| O'er the heights growls the thunder while quivers the bridge | N2 |
| Yet no fear feels the hunter though dizzy the ridge | N2 |
| He strides on undaunted | Q |
| O'er plains icy bound | Q |
| Where spring never blossoms | M |
| Nor verdure is found | Q |
| And a broad sea of mist lying under his feet | Q |
| Man's dwellings his vision no longer can greet | Q |
| The world he but views | M |
| When the clouds broken are | O |
| With its pastures so green | C |
| Through the vapor afar | O |
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| From William Tell act iii scene | C |
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| WALTER sings | M |
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| Bow and arrow bearing | E |
| Over hills and streams | M |
| Moves the hunter daring | E |
| Soon as daylight gleams | M |
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| As all flying creatures | M |
| Own the eagle's sway | Q |
| So the hunter Nature's | M |
| Mounts and crags obey | Q |
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| Over space he reigneth | J |
| And he makes his prize | M |
| All his bolt attaineth | J |
| All that creeps or flies | M |
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| From William Tell act iv scene | C |
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| CHORUS OF BROTHERS OF MERCY | M |
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| Death comes to man with hasty stride | Q |
| No respite is to him e'er given | C |
| He's stricken down in manhood's pride | Q |
| E'en in mid race from earth he's driven | C |
| Prepared or not to go from here | O |
| Before his Judge he must appear | O |
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| From Turandot act ii scene | C |
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| RIDDLE | C2 |
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| The tree whereon decay | Q |
| All those from mortals sprung | E |
| Full old and yet whose spray | Q |
| Is ever green and young | E |
| To catch the light it rolls | M |
| Each leaf upon one side | Q |
| The other black as coals | M |
| The sun has ne'er descried | Q |
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| It places on new rings | M |
| As often as it blows | M |
| The age too of all things | M |
| To mortal gaze it shows | M |
| Upon its bark so green | C |
| A name oft meets the eye | H2 |
| Yet 'tis no longer seen | C |
| When it grows old and dry | H2 |
| This tree what can it mean | C |
| I wait for thy reply | H2 |
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| From Mary Stuart act iii scene | C |
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| SCENE A Park MARY advances hastily from behind some trees HANNAH | J |
| KENNEDY follows her slowly | M |
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| MARY | M |
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| Let me my newly won liberty taste | Q |
| Let me rejoice as a child once again | C |
| And as on pinions with airy foot hast | Q |
| Over the tapestried green of the plain | C |
| Have I escaped from my prison so drear | M |
| Shall I no more in my sad dungeon pine | C |
| Let me in long and in thirsty draughts here | M |
| Drink in the breezes so free so divine | C |
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| Thanks thanks ye trees in smiling verdure dressed | Q |
| In that ye veil my prison walls from sight | Q |
| I'll dream that I am free and blest | Q |
| Why should I waken from a dream so bright | Q |
| Do not the spacious heavens encompass me | M |
| Behold my gaze unshackled free | M |
| Pierces with joy the trackless realms of light | Q |
| There where the gray tinged hills of mist project | Q |
| My kingdom's boundaries begin | C |
| Yon clouds that tow'rd the south their course direct | Q |
| France's far distant ocean seek to win | C |
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| Swiftly flying clouds hardy sailors through air | M |
| Mortal hath roamed with ye sailed with ye ne'er | M |
| Greetings of love to my youthful home bear | M |
| I am a prisoner I am in chains | M |
| Ah not a herald save ye now remains | M |
| Free through the air hath your path ever been | C |
| Ye are not subject to England's proud queen | C |
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| Yonder's a fisherman trimming his boat | Q |
| E'en that frail skiff from all danger might tear me | M |
| And to the dwellings of friends it might bear me | M |
| Scarcely his earnings can keep life afloat | Q |
| Richly with treasures his lap I'd heap over | M |
| Oh what a draught should reward him to day | Q |
| Fortune held fast in his nets he'd discover | M |
| If in his bark he would take me away | Q |
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| Hear'st thou the horn of the hunter resound | Q |
| Wakening the echo through forest and plain | C |
| Ah on my spirited courser to bound | Q |
| Once more to join in the mirth stirring train | C |
| Hark how the dearly loved tones come again | C |
| Blissful yet sad the remembrance they wake | E |
| Oft have they fallen with joy on mine ear | M |
| When in the highlands the bugle rang clear | M |
| Rousing the chase over mountain and brake | E |
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| From The Maid of Orleans Prologue scene | C |
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| JOAN OF ARC soliloquizing | E |
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| Farewell ye mountains and ye pastures dear | M |
| Ye still and happy valleys fare ye well | M2 |
| No longer may Joan's footsteps linger here | M |
| Joan bids ye now a long a last farewell | M2 |
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| Ye meadows that I watered and each bush | D |
| Set by my hands ne'er may your verdure fail | O2 |
| Farewell ye grots ye springs that cooling gush | D |
| Thou echo blissful voice of this sweet vale | O2 |
| So wont to give me back an answering strain | C |
| Joan must depart and ne'er return again | C |
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| Ye haunts of all my silent joys of old | Q |
| I leave ye now behind forevermore | M |
| Disperse ye lambs far o'er the trackless wold | Q |
| She now hath gone who tended you of yore | M |
| I must away to guard another fold | Q |
| On yonder field of danger stained with gore | M |
| Thus am I bidden by a spirit's tone | C |
| 'Tis no vain earthly longing drives me on | C |
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| For He who erst to Moses on the height | Q |
| Of Horeb in the fiery bush came down | C |
| And bade him stand in haughty Pharaoh's sight | Q |
| He who made choice of Jesse's pious son | C |
| The shepherd as his champion in the fight | Q |
| He who to shepherds grace hath ever shown | C |
| He thus addressed me from this lofty tree | M |
| Go hence On earth my witness thou shalt be | M |
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| In rugged brass then clothe thy members now | C |
| In steel thy gentle bosom must be dressed | Q |
| No mortal love thy heart must e'er allow | C |
| With earthly passion's sinful flame possessed | Q |
| Ne'er will the bridal wreath adorn thy brow | C |
| No darling infant blossom on thy breast | Q |
| Yet thou with warlike honors shalt be laden | C |
| Raising thee high above each earthly maiden | C |
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| For when the bravest in the fight despair | M |
| When France appears to wait her final blow | O |
| Then thou my holy oriflamme must bear | M |
| And as the ripened corn the reapers mow | O |
| Hew down the conqueror as he triumphs there | M |
| His fortune's wheel thou thus wilt overthrow | O |
| To France's hero sons salvation bring | E |
| Deliver Rheims once more and crown thy king | E |
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| The Lord hath promised to send down a sign | C |
| A helmet he hath sent it comes from Him | P2 |
| His sword endows mine arm with strength divine | C |
| I feel the courage of the cherubim | P2 |
| To join the battle turmoil how I pine | C |
| A raging tempest thrills through every limb | P2 |
| The summons to the field bursts on mine ear | M |
| My charger paws the ground the trump rings clear | M |
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| From The Maid of Orleans act iv scene | C |
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| SCENE A hall prepared for a festival The pillars are covered with | J |
| festoons of flowers flutes and hautboys are heard behind the scene | C |
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| JOAN OF ARC soliloquizing | E |
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| Each weapon rests war's tumults cease to sound | Q |
| While dance and song succeed the bloody fray | M |
| Through every street the merry footsteps bound | Q |
| Altar and church are clad in bright array | M |
| And gates of branches green arise around | Q |
| Over the columns twine the garlands gay | M |
| Rheims cannot hold the ever swelling train | C |
| That seeks the nation festival to gain | C |
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| All with one joyous feeling are elate | Q |
| One single thought is thrilling every breast | Q |
| What until now was severed by fierce hate | Q |
| Is by the general rapture truly blessed | Q |
| By each who called this land his parent state | Q |
| The name of Frenchman proudly is confessed | Q |
| The glory is revived of olden days | M |
| And to her regal son France homage pays | M |
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| Yet I who have achieved this work of pride | Q |
| I cannot share the rapture felt by all | Q2 |
| My heart is changed my heart is turned aside | Q |
| It shuns the splendor of this festival | C2 |
| 'Tis in the British camp it seeks to hide | Q |
| 'Tis on the foe my yearning glances fall | Q2 |
| And from the joyous circle I must steal | R2 |
| My bosom's crime o'erpowering to conceal | R2 |
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| Who I What in my bosom chaste | Q |
| Can mortal's image have a seat | Q |
| This heart by heavenly glory graced | Q |
| Dares it with earthly love to beat | Q |
| The saviour of my country I | H2 |
| The champion of the Lord Most High | H2 |
| Own for my country's foe a flame | P2 |
| To the chaste sun my guilt proclaim | P2 |
| And not be crushed beneath my shame | P2 |
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| The music behind the scene changes into a soft melting melody | M |
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| Woe oh woe what strains enthralling | M |
| How bewildering to mine ear | M |
| Each his voice beloved recalling | M |
| Charming up his image dear | M |
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| Would that battle tempests bound me | M |
| Would that spears were whizzing round me | M |
| In the hotly raging strife | D2 |
| Could my courage find fresh life | D2 |
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| How those tones those voices blest | Q |
| Coil around my bosom burning | M |
| All the strength within my breast | Q |
| Melting into tender yearning | M |
| Into tears of sadness turning | M |
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| The flutes are again heard she falls into a silent melancholy | M |
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| Gentle crook oh that I never | M |
| For the sword had bartered thee | M |
| Sacred oak why didst thou ever | M |
| From thy branches speak to me | M |
| Would that thou to me in splendor | M |
| Queen of heaven hadst ne'er come down | C |
| Take all claim I must surrender | M |
| Take oh take away thy crown | C |
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| Ah I open saw yon heaven | C |
| Saw the features of the blest | Q |
| Yet to earth my hopes are riven | C |
| In the skies they ne'er can rest | Q |
| Wherefore make me ply with ardor | M |
| This vocation terror fraught | Q |
| Would this heart were rendered harder | M |
| That by heaven to feel was taught | Q |
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| To proclaim Thy might sublime | P2 |
| Those select who free from crime | P2 |
| In Thy lasting mansions stand | Q |
| Send Thou forth Thy spirit band | Q |
| The immortal and the pure | M |
| Feelingless from tears secure | M |
| Never choose a maiden fair | M |
| Shepherdess' weak spirit ne'er | M |
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| Kings' dissensions wherefore dread I | H2 |
| Why the fortune of the fight | Q |
| Guilelessly my lambs once fed I | H2 |
| On the silent mountain height | Q |
| Yet Thou into life didst bear me | M |
| To the halls where monarchs throne | C |
| In the toils of guilt to snare me | M |
| Ah the choice was not mine own | C |
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| The year | M |
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