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No sooner had he gone than she sat down to the piano, and began singing, song after song, as she had never sung before English, German, French, Italian songs of passion and of pain Beethoven's Kennst du das Land, and Spohr's Rose softly blooming, and Blumenthal's Old, Old Story, and then Il Segreto and O mio Fernando and Stride la vampa, and rising to heights she seldom attempted, Modi ab modi and Ab fors' e lui che l'anima; pouring forth without restraint all the long-pent yearing of her heart, all the madness and misery of a desire which might be expressed in no other way; until outside in the street the passers-by slackened their steps and lingered before the windows, wondering at that strange storm of melody.
I send you "Kennst Du das Land," written with my own hand, as a remembrance of the hour when I first knew you; I send you also another that I composed since I bade you farewell, my dearest, fairest sweetheart! Herz, mein Herz, was soll das geben, Was bedränget dich so sehr; Welch ein neues fremdes Leben, Ich erkenne dich nicht mehr.
"If Monkey-wrench screws down hard on me, you'll come to the rescue, won't you, Colonel?" "No I'll side with Mac on that subject. Whatever he says, goes!" "Humph! that Jesuit's all right." Not a word out of the Colonel. Tag' mal wer bist du? Ich kenne dich nicht. Luka. Kennst du denn sonst alle Leute? Medwjedew. In meinem Revier muß ich jeden kennen und dich kenn'ich nicht.... Luka.
Dante inspired this monstrous and ennobled masterpiece, but Baudelaire filled many of its chinks and crannies with writhing ignoble shapes; shapes of dusky fire that, as they tremulously stand above the gulf of fears, wave ineffectual desperate hands. Heine in his Deutschland asks: Kennst du die Hölle des Dante nicht, Die schreckliche Terzetten?
'My father! she cried, 'you will not leave me! You will be my father! I will be your child. Softly, before the door, a harp began to sound. The old Harper was bringing his heartiest songs as an evening sacrifice to his friend." Then bursts on the reader that world-famed song, in which the soul of Mignon, with its unconquerable yearnings, is forever embalmed, "Kennst du das Land":
In the next scene Wilhelm questions Mignon as to her history, and at the end of their pathetic duet, when he says, "Were I to break thy chains and set thee free, to what beloved spot wouldst thou take thy way?" she replies in the beautiful romanza, "Non conosci il bel suol," more familiarly known in Goethe's own words, "Kennst du das Land," a song full of tender beauty and rare expression, and one of the most delightful inspirations of any composer.
"Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen blühen," and "Faust" and "Margaret" tell their story to all who have felt life's struggles and temptations, whether they have read them in Goethe's version or not. Added to this power of pathos and sentiment is the deep religious feeling which pervades every work of his pencil, whatever be its outward form.
It is hardly necessary to say that the young lady played no more of Beethoven's music, while he was about. On one occasion, however, she was playing his Kennst Du das Land? when he came in unexpectedly. He recognized it, and at once went to her and stood at the piano, marking time and making suggestions in regard to the rendering of it, thus making amends for his former rudeness.
All day long he had been poring over the score. "'Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen bluhen?" he sang with feeling while he polished the floors.
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