Spiritual Seasons
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Откуда: Украина, Харьковская, Харьков
Описание: Группа «Spiritual Seasons», играет Irish и Scandinavian folk-rock Узнать больше
Откуда: Украина, Харьковская, Харьков
Описание: Группа «Spiritual Seasons», играет Irish и Scandinavian folk-rock Узнать больше
Добавлено: 13.11.2007
Жанр: Кельтская музыка
The Lake
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История создания:Музыкальное воплощение известного стихотворного произведения Эдгара По в стиле фолк. Написано в январе 1995 года.
СD:All For Me Grog
Студия:U.N.Studio
Авторские права:Spiritual Seasons
Текст:The Lake
by Edgar Allan Poe
In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
The which I could not love the less;
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
And the tall pines that tower'd around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot — as upon all,
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody,
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright —
But a tremulous delight,
And a feeling undefin'd,
Springing from a darken'd mind.
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining;
Whose wild'ring thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake.
by Edgar Allan Poe
In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
The which I could not love the less;
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
And the tall pines that tower'd around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot — as upon all,
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody,
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright —
But a tremulous delight,
And a feeling undefin'd,
Springing from a darken'd mind.
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining;
Whose wild'ring thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake.
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