Littell's Living Age/Volume 141/Issue 1822/Lore-Lei

I know not what it betideth, That I am so sad at heart; A tale of the past abideth In my soul and will not depart.

It is cool and the twilight darkles, And peacefully flows the Rhine; And the brow of the mountain sparkles In the flush of the soft sunshine.

The queenliest maiden beameth In radiant beauty there; The gold of her jewels gleameth, She combeth her golden hair.

With a golden comb she combeth, And singeth the while a song, That floats, like the wind that roameth, In quivering chants along.

The boatman yon frail bark steering, Is seized with a wild aifright; He sees not the cliffs he is nearing, He views but the mountain height.

I fear me the waves are bringing The boatman and boat to naught; And this with her fateful singing The Lore-Lei hath wrought.

Lorelei (doslovný překlad) Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten Fundamenta Krestomatio/Lorelej' Lorelei En tiedä, kuinkahan lienee En tiedä, mitä se lienee A loura Loreley Лорелея (Гейне/Мей) Лорелея (Гейне/Майков) Лорелея (Гейне/Павлова) Лорелея (Гейне/Блок) Loreley