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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - From Egmont
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ACT I.

CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg.

THE drum gives the signal!

Loud rings the shrill fife!
My love leads his troops on

Full arm`d for the strife,
While his hand grasps his lance
As they proudly advance.

My bosom pants wildly!
My blood hotly flows!
Oh had I a doublet,
A helmet, and hose!

Through the gate with bold footstep

I after him hied,--
Each province, each country

Explored by his side.
The coward foe trembled
 Then rattled our shot:
What bliss e`er resembled

A soldier`s glad lot!

ACT III.

CLARA sings.


  Gladness

  And sadness
And pensiveness blending

  Yearning

  And burning
In torment ne`er ending;

Sad unto death,
Proudly soaring above;

Happy alone
Is the soul that doth love!
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