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U6l From Charles Gounod "Faust" [17] From G. F. Handel "Acis and Galathea"
(AdolPh Heftz):
Love sounds th'arilm.
Var hilset, plet, min Fod betrader! And fem is aflying!
Her lever hun glad i npjsom bolig When beauty's the prize,
med salige engle fortrolig. What mortal fears dying?
Ah hvilken pragt i denne simpelhed, In defence of my treasure,
alt inder paradisisk salig fred. I'd bleed at each vein;
o naturl her vantlred hun med bamlie ind
without her no pleasure'
og voksed og blev smuk, hvor bekymiing pi jord
forjog din berkyttende hind.
i:l.i:t^].:i"p"-
Love souno\
her r ed din moderpleje
vandred hun dydens veje.
from "solomon":
Her fremstod pi dit bud Recit; Imperial Solomon, thy pray'rs are heard
dit blomstrende, livsaligste rosenskud. See, from the op'ning skies
Descending tlames involve the sacrifice;
English rendering af this Danish text And 1o! within the sacred dome
Be greeted, lovely place where I tread.
Thaj..sleamv lisht'
Here,inmodesrabode.herrifeish-i-py,
inharmon; uithbles.edangel..
lt"f,"ttlt.,bdgh':.
ueclare\IneLoroorHosrslscome'
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Oh what splendour in this simplicity, Air: Sacred raptures cheer my breast,
everything breathes a Paradisian peace. Rushing tides of hallow'd zeal,
o nature! here she walked in chikiish soirit.
grew up rnto a beaury, any worry;'#;"
Joysloo fierce to be express'd'
In this swelling heart I feel'
kept out by your protecting hand, Wam enthusiastic flames
here, in your motherly care, In my panting bosom roll,
she wandered virtue's ways. Hope of bliss, that ne'er expires,
On your command here grew up Dawns upon my ravish'd soul.
an exquisite' blissful young rose
sacred raptures cheer my breast, e/c.