Lyrik - Texte zu Dream with in a Dream
Captain, my Captain
lyrics by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain!
Our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack,
The prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear,
The people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel,
The vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
lies my captain cold an dead.
O Captain! My captain!
Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up – for you the flag is flung
For you the buckle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths
For you the shores a-crowding
For you they call, the swaying mass,
Their eager faces turning;
Here captain, dear father!
This arm beneath you head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You ‘ve fallen cold and dead.
My captain doesn’t answer,
His lips are pale and still;
My father doesn’t feel my arm,
He has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound,
Its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship,
Comes in with object won;
Exult O shores and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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Culloden
Lyrics by
Alice MacDonell of Keppoch
Full of grief, the low winds sweep
O’er the sorrow-haunted ground;
Dark the woods where night rains weep,
Dark the hills that watch around.
Tell me, can the Joy of spring
Ever make this sadness flee,
Make the woods with music ring,
And the streamlet laugh for glee?
When the summer moor is lit
With the pale fire of the broom,
And through green the shadow flit,
Still shall mirth give place to gloom?
Sad shall it be, though sun be shed
Golden bright on field and flood;
E’en the heather’s crimson red
Holds the memory of blood.
Here that broken, weary band
Met the ruthless foe’s array,
Where those moss-grown boulders stand,
On that dark and fatal day.
Many a voice has cursed my name
Time has into darkness thrust,
Cruelty his only fame,
In forgetfulness and dust.
Noble dead that sleep below,
We your valour ne’er forget,
Soft the heroes’ rest who know,
Hearts like theirs are beating yet.
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Arcadia – Prologue
Lyrics by E. Laske-Schüler
translated by H. Czermack
Rezitation
Dawn
I keep my eyes half closed
Dejected is my heart and
clouded over.
I am looking for a hand like
mine to cover,
The mere body yet ascended
to a heavenly bower.
And bathed in blossoms I
at dawn,
Blithely sprouted as the
night was long
Woke sprinkled by the magic
of a dream,
Thus, now my cheeks do
paint my mirrors wan.
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Dream within a Dream
by
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
You are not wrong who deem,
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away,
In a night or in a day,
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem,
Is but a dream within a dream!
And I stand amid the roar
Of a self-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-----
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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His Dream
Lyrics by W.B.Yeats
I swayed upon the gaudy stern
The butt-end of a steering oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.
What is the figure in a shroud
Upon a gaudi bed?
Crying amid the glittering sea,
And after running at the brim
Cried out upon that thing beneath
It had such dignity of limb
By the sweet name of death.
Though I’d my finger on my lip,
What could I but take up the song?
And running crowd and gaudi ship
Cried out the whole night long.
Crying amid the glittering sea,
Naming it with ecstatic breath,
Because it had such dignity,
By the sweet name of death.
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Maranatha
Gorgias von Leontinoi
„Oti oudén éstin – oti i ka éstin,
akatáliptón anthropo oti eí ké kataliptón,
alla tí je anéxsiston ke anermínefton to pélas”
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Running to Paradise
Lyrics by
W.B.Yeats
As I came over a Windy gap
They threw half a penny into my cap,
For I am running to Paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the dish
To throw me a bit of salted fish;
And there the king is but a beggar!
Poor man have grown to be rich man,
And rich man grown to be poor again,
And I am running, yes I am running …to paradise;
And many a darling wit’s grown dull,
That tossed a bare heel when at school,
Now it has filled an old stocking full:
Yet never have I lit on a friend,
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind
And there the king is but a beggar!
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The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way
For I am running to paradise
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Arcadia 1.Interludium
Lyrics by W.B.Yeats
Rezitation
When you are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love – false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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These are the Clouds
Lyrics by
W. B. Yeats
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye;
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high.
And discord follows upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, my friend, if your great race were run,
And these things came, so much the more thereby;
Have you made greatness your compagnion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
That majesty that shuts his burning eye.
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Arcadia 2.Interludium
Lyrics by W.B.Yeats
Rezitation
Lamentations
Although I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,
Ere time has transfigured me.
Though lads are making pikes again
For some conspiracy,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
At human tyranny.
My contemplations are of time,
That has transfigured me.
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Rondo
Lyrics by
W. H. Davies
Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
Ride pleasure said,
“Walk” joy replied
Which of you two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But joy kissed me.
Now what shall I –
Stay home or roam?
“Roam” pleasure said
And joy “stay home”!
Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
“Sit” answers joy,
“Dance” pleasure screams.
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The Mermaid
Lyrics by
W. B. Yeats
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drawn.
Which of you two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But joy kissed me
Which of you two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But joy kissed me.
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Brown Penny
Lyrics by
W. B. Yeats
I whispered, ‚I am too young,‘
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair’.
Penny, brown penny
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
And the penny sang up in my face,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Penny, brown penny
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
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Lullaby
(The Playground)
Lyrics by Walt Whitman
When painfully athwart my brain
Dark thoughts come crowding on,
And, - sick of worldly hollowness,
My heart feels sad and lone.
Then out upon the green I walk,
Just are the close of day.
And swift I ween the sight of view
Clears all my gloom away.
For there I see young children
The cheeriest thing on earth
I see them play – I hear their tones
Of loud and reckless mirth.
O, lovely, happy children!
I am with you in my soul;
I shout - I strike the ball with you –
With you I race and roll.
Methinks white – winged angels,
Floating unseen the while
Hover around this village green,
And pleasantly they smile.
O, angels, guard these children!
Keep grief and guilt away:
From earthly harm – from evil thoughts
O, shield them night and day!
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Arcadia Epilogue
Lyrics by W. B. Yeats
The Everlasting Voices
O sweet everlasting voices,
be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly
fold and bit them wander
obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till time be
no more;
Have you not heard
that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds,
in winds on the hill,
In shaken boughs,
in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices,
be still.
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Arcadia Epilogue
Lyrics by
W. B. Yeats
The Everlasting Voices
O sweet everlasting voices,
be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly
fold and bit them wander
obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till time be
no more;
Have you not heard
that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds,
in winds on the hill,
In shaken boughs,
in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices,
be still.
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