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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hey !Mark!,
Lol great idea - perhaps we could have something that would be worthwhile to compose music too  Not saying there's no merit in your Lord of the Rings quote. I enjoy reading and reciting this short poem. It has a particularly poignant quality from which quite tantalizing music could be derived.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White, from The Princess, a medley of poems composed in 1847.
That is all. Hope there are takers Be fruitful and cross-fertilize!
Regards
Pravin
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"Some Beauties yet, no Precepts can declare,
For there's a Happiness as well as Care.
Musick resembles Poetry, in each
Are nameless Graces which no Methods teach,
And which a Master-Hand alone can reach.
If, where the Rules not far enough extend,
(Since Rules were made but to promote their End)
Some Lucky LICENCE answers to the full
Th' Intent propos'd, that Licence is a Rule."
- Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism, I.141-149
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Nov 19 2006, 11:47 AM
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