HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
"Oh, holy Father, Pope Urban, Who canst bind and loose as well, Now save me from the evil one, And from the pains of hell!" Sadly the Pope upraised his hand, And sadly began to speak: "Tannhauser, most wretched of all men. This spell thou canst not break. "The devil called Venus is the worst Amongst all we name as such. And nevermore canst thou be redeemed From the beautiful witch's clutch. "Thou with thy spirit must atone For the joys thou hast loved so well; Accursed art thou! thou art condtmned Unto everlasting hell!" 52
So quickly fared Sir Tannhauser,— I^is feet were bleeding and torn- Back to the Venusberg he came. Ere the earliest streak of morn. Dame Venus, awakened from her sleep, From her bed upsprang in haste. Already she hath with her arms so white Her darling spouse embraced. Forth from her nose outstreams the blood, The tears from her eyelids start; She moistens the face of her darling spouse With the tears and blood of her heart. The knight lay down upon her bed. And not a word he spake; Dame Venus to the kitchen went A bowl of broth to make. 53
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- Page 26 and 27: In fond delusion once I left thy si
- Page 28 and 29: With casements closed, and everywhe
- Page 30 and 31: Donna Clara In the evening through
- Page 32 and 33: Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms She
- Page 34 and 35: "Hark, they summon me, my darling.
- Page 36 and 37: "Donna Clara! Laugh, be merry, For
- Page 38 and 39: Gallant knights and noble ladies. I
- Page 40 and 41: And the dance begins already, Gaily
- Page 42 and 43: "In the name of God, begone then!"
- Page 44 and 45: Tannhauser A Legend Good Christians
- Page 46 and 47: "Come! to my chamber let us go; Our
- Page 48 and 49: % In Rome, in Rome, in the holy tow
- Page 50 and 51: "As the butterfly flutters anigh a
- Page 54 and 55: She gave him broth, she gave him br
- Page 56 and 57: In the Underworld "O to be a bachel
- Page 58 and 59: Whilst their grievance each is vent
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- Page 62 and 63: Not a harvest dance without her. Sh
- Page 64 and 65: The Vale of Tears The night wind th
- Page 66 and 67: Solomon Dumb are the trumpets, cymb
- Page 68 and 69: Song Oft in galleries of art Thou h
- Page 70 and 71: "Oh, I will kiss them, Henry, Kiss
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- Page 74 and 75: To Frederika Varnhagen von Ense, Th
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- Page 78 and 79: My heart, my heart is heavy, Though
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- Page 82 and 83: The beautiful spinner weepeth, And
- Page 84 and 85: And I lisped congratulations. And b
- Page 86 and 87: We spake of storm and shipwreck. Th
- Page 88 and 89: The moon is up, and brightly Beams
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"Oh, holy Father, Pope Urban,<br />
Who canst bind and loose as well,<br />
Now save me from the evil one,<br />
And from the pains of hell!"<br />
Sadly the Pope upraised his hand,<br />
And sadly began to speak:<br />
"Tannhauser, most wretched of all men.<br />
This spell thou canst not break.<br />
"The devil called Venus is the worst<br />
Amongst all we name as such.<br />
And nevermore canst thou be redeemed<br />
From the beautiful witch's clutch.<br />
"Thou with thy spirit must atone<br />
For the joys thou hast loved so well;<br />
Accursed art thou! thou art condtmned<br />
Unto everlasting hell!"<br />
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