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abominations afraid Alexandria back beautiful beseech black Cappadocian Cappadocier Chrysoprase cistern Cisterne cold cometh dance daughter of Herodias dead desire didst Edom Eid geschworen Erster Jude Erster Nazarener Erster Soldat evil eyes feet First Jew First Nazarene First Soldier Galiläa give thee Gott gesehn great hast einen Eid hath head of Iokanaan hear HEDWIG LACHMANN Herodes höre Judäa kiss thy mouth kissed thy Kopf des Jochanaan Leib little Lord Messias Mond moon mother Mund küssen Myrrhen Narraboth never place Princess Salome Prinzessin prophet Elias RICHARD STRAUSS Rosen Samaria Scharlach schrecklich schwarz Second Soldier seen siehst Silberschüssel silent silver charger slave Smaragd Sodom speak stay Stimme des Jochanaan strange Suffer sworn an oath tanz tell Tetrarch thou art Thou wilt thou wouldst thy body thy hair to-night Topase Toten Voice of Iokanaan Weib Wein weiss Wherefore white wind wine wirst woman world Zweiter Soldat
Page 22 - Ah! thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan. Well, I will kiss it now. I will bite it with my teeth as one bites a ripe fruit.
Page 24 - Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan. I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood . . . ? But perchance it is the taste of love. . . . They say that love hath a bitter taste. . . . But what of that? What of that? I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan.
Page 3 - THE YOUNG SYRIAN She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and whose feet are of silver. She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet. One might fancy she was dancing.
Page 23 - I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body ; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, lokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion.
Page 9 - Thy body is white, like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judaea, and come down into the valleys.
Page 22 - She turns to the soldiers.) Hither, ye soldiers. Get ye down into this cistern and bring me the head of this man. Tetrarch, Tetrarch, command your soldiers that they bring me the head of lokanaan.
Page 24 - Mund, es war ein bitterer Geschmack auf deinen Lippen. Hat es nach Blut geschmeckt?
Page 10 - The pomegranate-flowers that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses, are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests.
Page 19 - HERODIAS. That is well said, my daughter. HEROD. No, no, Salome. It is not that thou desirest. Do not listen to thy mother's voice. She is ever giving thee evil counsel. Do not heed her.