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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|Latin}}
<poem>
Integer vitae scelerisque purus
non eget Mauri jaculis neque arcu
nec venenatis gravida sagittis Fusce pharetra.
</poem>
 
{{Text|Norwegian}}
<poem>
Vingede Skarer
fly de sorte Skove.
Under dem farer
Storm paa vildest Vove;
over dem blinker
Stjernen mildt, og vinker
Toget til Palmernes Ly.
 
Ak, om jeg kunde
Følge Fuglens Baner,
vilde jeg blunde
dog blandt mørke Graner;
hist i det Fjerne
vinker ingen Stjerne
saa sødt som Drømmene her.
 
I mine Drømme
gror der Liljer fagre,
der ser jeg ømme
Foraars-Alfer flagre;
af mine Grave
danne de en Have,
vække mig smilende der.
</poem>
 


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Editor: Arvid Grøtting (submitted 2013-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 71 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Also with Norwegian lyrics by Johan Sebastian Welhaven, «Vingede Skarer». ISMN 979-0-66118-083-8

General Information

Title: Integer vitae
Composer: Friedrich Ferdinand Flemming
Lyricist: Quintus Horatius Flaccus

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB

Genre: UnknownUnknown

Languages: Latin, Norwegian
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Integer vitae scelerisque purus
non eget Mauri jaculis neque arcu
nec venenatis gravida sagittis Fusce pharetra.

Norwegian.png Norwegian text

Vingede Skarer
fly de sorte Skove.
Under dem farer
Storm paa vildest Vove;
over dem blinker
Stjernen mildt, og vinker
Toget til Palmernes Ly.

Ak, om jeg kunde
Følge Fuglens Baner,
vilde jeg blunde
dog blandt mørke Graner;
hist i det Fjerne
vinker ingen Stjerne
saa sødt som Drømmene her.

I mine Drømme
gror der Liljer fagre,
der ser jeg ømme
Foraars-Alfer flagre;
af mine Grave
danne de en Have,
vække mig smilende der.