Lyrik - Texts  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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