1. |
Embrace The Torrent
08:41
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I went forth
A rapid thaw had suddenly set in
The river had risen
The brooks had all overflowed their banks
In the intense delight of ending my sorrows
And my sufferings by a plunge
Agitated by the roaring wind
The moon shone forth and tinged the black clouds
The torrent at my feet foamed and resounded
With awful and grand impetuosity
My senses forsook me
I hastened forth
I beheld a fearful sight
The foaming torrents rolled
Fields and meadows confounded together
With extended arms
I looked down into the yawning abyss
And cried, and cried:
Plunge!
In the intense delight of ending my sorrows
And my sufferings by a plunge
Agitated by the roaring wind
The moon shone forth and tinged the black clouds
The torrent at my feet foamed and resounded
With awful and grand impetuosity
To ride the whirlwind
Embrace the torrent
I have the courage to die!
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2. |
Torn By Thorns
08:22
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Hinaus, hinaus ...
My sight grows dim
My hearing confused
My breathing oppressed as
If by the hand of a murderer
I either wander through
Climb some precipitous cliff
Force a path through
The trackless thicket
I lie stretched with fatigue
And dying in the night
The moon shines above me
In some sequestered forest
Durch die Dornen,
Die mich zerreißen
Torn by thorns
Hermit’s cell, his sackcloth
And girdle of thorns
Would be indulgence
Compared with what I suffer
Adieu!
I see no end to this except the grave
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3. |
Afflications
07:29
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Like the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey
He whose heart cruel
Fate hath contracted
Struggles but vainly
Against all the barriers
The brazen thread raises
But which the harsh shears
Must one day sever
To whom balsam was poison
With thy glimmering torch
Lightest thou him
Through the fords when ’tis night
Over bottomless places
On desert-like plains
But who stands there apart?
In the thicket, lost is his path
Behind him the bushes
Are closing together
The grass springs up again
The desert engulphs him
Who‘ll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison
First despised and now a despiser
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4. |
Lake Creek Valley
02:27
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5. |
Thee To Scorn
06:17
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Who help‘d me
Against the Titans‘ insolence?
Who rescued me
From certain death from slavery?
I honour thee! and why?
Hast thou e‘er lighten‘d the sorrows
Of the heavy laden?
Hast thou e‘er dried up the tears?
Cover thy spacious heavens
With clouds of mist
Here sit I, forming mortals
After my image
A race resembling me
To suffer, to weep
To enjoy, to be glad
And thee to scorn
As I !
Who help‘d me
Against the Titans‘ insolence?
Who rescued me
From certain death from slavery?
By Time and by eternal Fate
Masters of me and thee?
Here sit I, forming mortals
After my image
A race resembling me
To suffer, to weep
To enjoy, to be glad
And thee to scorn
As I !
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6. |
'Tis Night
05:34
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Light am I, that I were night!
But it is my lonesomeness
To be begirt with light!
That I were dark and nightly!
’Tis night: that I have to be light!
And thirst for the nightly!
’Tis night: now doth my longing break forth
in me as a fountain
And lonesomeness
For speech do I long
Light am I, that I were night!
But it is my lonesomeness
To be begirt with light!
That I were dark and nightly!
’Tis night: that I have to be light!
And thirst for the nightly!
’Tis night: now doth my longing break forth
in me as a fountain
And lonesomeness
But I live in mine own light
I drink again into myself
The flames that break forth from me
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7. |
Lonely Mountains
08:17
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Returned again into the mountains
To the solitude of his cave
Withdrew himself from men
Waiting like a sower
Into the mirror, not myself
Devil’s grimace and derision
Too great hath been
The tension of my cloud:
‘Twixt laughters of lightnings
Will I cast hail-showers into the depths
Too long have I longed and looked
Into the distance
Too long hath solitude possessed me:
Thus have I unlearned to keep silence
Violently
Will my breast then heave
Violently
Will it blow its storm over the mountains
Too slowly runneth all speaking
Into thy chariot
O storm, do I leap!
And even thee will I whip with my spite!
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