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d. 1230 Austria
Walther von der Vogelweide (c. 1170 – c. 1230) was a German Minnesinger: a lyric poet and musician who wrote in Middle High German. His most famous song is "Under der linden".
Austria Composers Poets Songwriters Also known as: Walter von der Vogelweide
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That which they call love, it is nothing except the pain of longing.
He who has a good woman's love is ashamed of every ill deed.
The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.
Love makes a woman beautiful – but beauty does not have such power, beauty cannot make a woman worthy of love.
The mouthpiece of the half-inarticulate, all-suggesting music that is at once the very soul and the inseparable garment of romance.
Those who drown out the good singing – there's many more of them than those who want to hear it.
The greatest of the Minnesinger, all of whom he surpasses both in the range and in the humanity of his poetry.
He is equally great whether his theme be religion, patriotism, or love. As a political poet he is one of the greatest of all time.
He has no equal in medieval German lyric poetry and perhaps not even in European lyric poetry of the Middle Ages.
For many call Thee Father, who Will not own me as brother too.
And when their bones into confusion fall, Say ye, who knew the living man by sight, Which is the villein now and which the knight?
For five hundred years after Walther's death – until Goethe – no German lyric poet was his equal.
To me, the gate of paradise is shut. I stand an orphan there, locked out; however much I knock, it's all in vain.
But sadly, I can see no way for goods and worldly reputation and the grace of God to join together in one heart.
"Woman" must ever be a woman's highest name, And honors more than "Lady," if I know right.
Under the lime tree On the heather, Where we had shared a place of rest, Still you may find there, Lovely together, Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed.
Alas, where have they gone to, year on weary year? Was it all a dream then, my life's, my love's career?
He was known to his countrymen as the Nightingale, but his own sweet-sounding name of Bird's-meadow (Vogelweide) suggests even more directly the pure, true, flute-like strain which he poured into Europe’s choir of voices.
"Welcome, I'm master of the house" – a greeting I fall silent at. "Welcome, my guest" – I have to answer, or give a bow. Master, House – two names that have no shame attached; but Guest and Lodging – the sense of shame you feel.
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