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*{{CPDLno|241}} [[Media:ws-mend-416.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-416.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-416.zip|{{Zip}}]] (Finale 1998) | *{{CPDLno|241}} [[Media:ws-mend-416.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-416.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-416.zip|{{Zip}}]] (Finale 1998) | ||
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- CPDL #00241: ws-mend-416.zip(Finale 1998)
- Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 1999-08-25). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 168 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: measure 85, tenor part should read: f e (sounding F, E above middle C). Otherwise, the voice leading displays parallel octaves between soprano and tenor. Consulted Breitkopf edition.
General Information
Title: Auf dem See, Op. 41, No. 6
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
German text
Und frische Nahrung, neues Blut saug'ich aus freier Welt;
Wie ist Natur so hold und gut, die mich am Busen hält,
Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn im Rudertakt hinauf,
und Berge, wolkig himmelan, begegnen unserm Lauf;
Aug', mein Aug' was sinkst du nieder? Gold'ne Träume kommt ihr wieder?
Weg, du Traum! So Gold du bist. Hier auch Lieb'und Leben ist.
Und frische Nahrung, neues Blut saug'ich aus freier Welt;
Wie ist Natur so hold und gut, die mich am Busen hält,
Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn im Rudertakt hinauf,
und Berge, wolkig himmelan, begegnen unserm Lauf.