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1902 · PDF PAGE 102

Tannhäuser

Wolfram. Our sturdy lover will not be consoled For losing, as he phrases it, his friend. Landgrave. Well, we forgive him the more readily Because of the occasion. One alone Of all themes possible may grace this hour ; — Love ! Let the lots of precedence be drawn. Tannhauser, you will string us once again Your harp forgotten .■* j Tannhauser. That will I, my lord. Herald. On the Lord Wolfram falls it first to sing. Wolfram (sink's). Tender the smile, and faint the lover's sigh, When first love dawns in the blue maiden sky. Where happy peace is l…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 115

Tannhäuser

… ? Of love, your theme, we have not heard a note. Tannhauser. That is a question. I am not so sure My song was not entirely to that end. Wolfram. Yes, poet, true one that you are indeed! You shew us the dilemma of the soul, The Gordian knot Love only hews asunder. Tannhauser. Or—shall I say ?—soothes only, bandages, Not heals the sore of Destiny ? Wolfram. No, certes. But substitutes for one reality Another —and a lovely pleasant one. Tannhauser. Existence is illusion after all ; Man, a bad joke ; and God, mere epigram I If we must come to that…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 92

Tannhäuser

Wolfram. Begrudge you, no ! But — wish our luck were yours ? Yes ! Come, Tannhauser, there's my hand on it ! Luck, love, and loyalty —the triple toast ! Foresters. Tannhauser ! Luck, and love, and loyalty ! Tannhauser. I thank you, loving kinsmen and my friends. But see, I am impatient to be gone ! Your horse—that favour I shall not forget. Nor linger to repay. Good morrow then ! Good sport all day ! Landgrave. God speed thee, Tannhauser. [£xti Tannhauser. Am I still dreaming ? It was surely he But such an one, compact of suffering, Of joy, of …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 20

Tannhäuser

PERSONS CONCERNED THE WORLD OF GODS. Isis. Hathoor. THE WORLD OF MEN. Tannhauser. Elizabeth. An Unknown Minstrel. The Landgrave. Wolfram, \ Bertram, fA/ the Court of the Landgrave. Heinrich, ' A Shepherd Boy. Pilgrims, Foresters, Courtiers, etc. THE WORLD OF DEMONS. The Evil and Averse Hathoor, called Venus.

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1902 · PDF PAGE 93

Tannhäuser

Heinrich. You are the poet ! To your instinct then ! Here's to the insight given us by God ! Landgrave. Wolfram is right ; a truce to jest to-day. The dogs are loose. Ride forward, gentlemen ! [Amid the winding of horns and cries of the hunts- men the company moves off. Heinrich. They hate his very name I Dear Tannhauser ! \Exit. 91

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1902 · PDF PAGE 88

Tannhäuser

…inted in the greyness of your hair Tannhauser. I had an evil dream. Landgrave. You saw the Grail .'' Tannhauser. I saw — strange things. Wolfram. For very feebleness Your limbs shake under you. How hither, friend .'* Your horse and arms ? Your squire .■* 86

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1902 · PDF PAGE 89

Tannhäuser

…ng upon me— 'tis an incubus. Landgrave. And then your horse ? Tannhauser. I know not ; possibly Kept as an hostage. I was prisoner once. Wolfram. Prisoner .■* By here ? Tannhauser. A-many castles, sir, Held by old ogres—and not all of them Stand in the mid-day, front the sober sun. Answer the slug-horn. Landgrave. You are pleased to riddle. Ever the poet ! 87

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1902 · PDF PAGE 87

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Heinrich. Tannhauser! Yes! And we have thought you dead. Landgrave. Friends, will you swear to him .■* Heinrich. Yes, yes, 'tis he ! Wolfram. I know the blithe look in the sober eyes ! Landgrave. Changed verily. It was most urgent, cousin, I were assured of your identity. Three weeks the couriers scour the land for you. Urgent demands : —how came you here at last .'' Your horse ? Your arms ? Three years since Germany Saw the brave eyes and kindly face of you ! Where have you been ? Upon the sacred quest Still riding ? Tannhauser. Ay, my lord, u…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 101

Tannhäuser

… us to receive reward For those long sufferings ; in days of peace. In fruitful love, and marriage happiness. So, to the poet's tourney. Wolfram. Sire, Lord Heinrich Craves your high pardon. Landgrave. Ha ! He is not here ! 99

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1902 · PDF PAGE 91

Tannhäuser

…ar ! But the theme I knew. And therefore leaps my bosom up : I rob your verderer of his nag, and ho ! Low the long gallop to Elizabeth ! Wolfram. Lucky and brave. How we all envy you ! Heinrich. Envy ? This day when he comes back to us ! Why, we are lucky too ! We thought you dead ! M 89

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1902 · PDF PAGE 104

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… to insult The noble minstrel whose impassioned song Touched every heart. Sing in your turn you may. Love is the theme, not imbecility ! Wolfram. That is the subject next his heart, no doubt ! \^Laughter. Herald. Lord Bertram ! Bertram. I shall sing in other key. \Sings. He is the equal of the gods, my queen. He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion dimly seen In shaded woods and dells, Love's wide demesne. I02

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1902 · PDF PAGE 125

Tannhäuser

…ou have heard my harp ! Its music stings your vile hypocrisy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, lover of the kitchen maids ! You, Jerome —yes, I know your secret deeds ! You, ladies ! Are your faces painted thus Not to hide wrinkles of debauchery .-' To catch new lovers ? Landgrave. Stop the lying mouth ! Friends, your sword-service ! 123

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1902 · PDF PAGE 86

Tannhäuser

…hauser. My lord, Your cousin. Is my face so changed with care, My body shrunken with my suffering (That was not ever of the body) so ."* Wolfram. I know you, my old friend ! Our chiefest bird ! Sweetest of singers ! Tannhauser. No, the naughty one ! 84

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1902 · PDF PAGE 85

Tannhäuser

…bove myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! Here sweep the foremost hunters up. My very kinsmen ! There rides Wolfram too ! The proper minstrel ! The ideal lover ! 83

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1902 · PDF PAGE 17

Tannhäuser

…roan " Mysticism ! " ; do not quote " Two is by shape the Coptic Aspirate " as a sample of my utmost in lyrics ; do not take the song of Wolfram as my best work in either sentiment or melody. As a quid pro quo I give you all full permission to conclude your review of this book by quoting from Act III. " Forget this nightmare!" I must express my great sense of gratitude to Oscar Eckenstein, Gerald Kelly, and Allan MacGregor, who have severally helped me in the work of revision, which has extended over more than a year of time and nearly twenty t…

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