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==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
 +
 
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1. A Dream Within a Dream
 +
 
 +
Take this kiss upon the brow!
 +
And, in parting from you now,
 +
Thus much let me avow-
 +
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.
 +
 
 +
I stand amid the roar
 +
Of a surf-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!
 +
O God! can I not grasp
 +
Them with a tighter clasp?
 +
O God! can I not save
 +
One from the pitiless wave?
 +
Is all that we see or seem
 +
But a dream within a dream?
 +
 
 +
 
 +
2. The Lake
 +
 
 +
In spring of youth it was my lot
 +
To haunt of the wide world 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 towered around.
 +
 
 +
But when the Night had thrown her pall
 +
Upon that spot, as upon all,
 +
And the mystic wind went by
 +
Murmuring in melody--
 +
Then--ah then I would awake
 +
To the terror of the lone lake.
 +
 
 +
Yet that terror was not fright,
 +
But a tremulous delight--
 +
A feeling not the jewelled mine
 +
Could teach or bribe me to define--
 +
Nor Love--although the Love were thine.
 +
 
 +
Death was in that poisonous wave,
 +
And in its gulf a fitting grave
 +
For him who thence could solace bring
 +
To his lone imagining--
 +
Whose solitary soul could make
 +
An Eden of that dim lake.
 +
 
 +
 
 +
3. The Bells
 +
 
 +
Hear the sledges with the bells -
 +
Silver bells!
 +
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
 +
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
 +
In the icy air of night!
 +
While the stars that oversprinkle
 +
All the heavens seem to twinkle
 +
With a crystalline delight;
 +
Keeping time, time, time,
 +
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
 +
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
 +
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
 +
Bells, bells, bells -
 +
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
 +
 
 +
Hear the mellow wedding bells -
 +
Golden bells!
 +
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
 +
Through the balmy air of night
 +
How they ring out their delight!
 +
From the molten-golden notes,
 +
And all in tune,
 +
What a liquid ditty floats
 +
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
 +
On the moon!
 +
Oh, from out the sounding cells
 +
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
 +
How it swells!
 +
How it dwells
 +
On the Future! -how it tells
 +
Of the rapture that impels
 +
To the swinging and the ringing
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells,
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
 +
Bells, bells, bells -
 +
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
 +
 
 +
Hear the loud alarum bells -
 +
Brazen bells!
 +
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
 +
In the startled ear of night
 +
How they scream out their affright!
 +
Too much horrified to speak,
 +
They can only shriek, shriek,
 +
Out of tune,
 +
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
 +
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
 +
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
 +
With a desperate desire,
 +
And a resolute endeavor
 +
Now -now to sit or never,
 +
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
 +
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
 +
What a tale their terror tells
 +
Of despair!
 +
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
 +
What a horror they outpour
 +
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
 +
Yet the ear it fully knows,
 +
By the twanging
 +
And the clanging,
 +
How the danger ebbs and flows;
 +
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
 +
In the jangling
 +
And the wrangling,
 +
How the danger sinks and swells,
 +
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
 +
Of the bells,
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
 +
Bells, bells, bells -
 +
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
 +
 
 +
Hear the tolling of the bells -
 +
Iron bells!
 +
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
 +
In the silence of the night,
 +
How we shiver with affright
 +
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
 +
For every sound that floats
 +
From the rust within their throats
 +
Is a groan.
 +
And the people -ah, the people -
 +
They that dwell up in the steeple,
 +
All alone,
 +
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
 +
In that muffled monotone,
 +
Feel a glory in so rolling
 +
On the human heart a stone -
 +
They are neither man nor woman -
 +
They are neither brute nor human -
 +
They are Ghouls:
 +
And their king it is who tolls;
 +
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
 +
Rolls
 +
A paean from the bells!
 +
And his merry bosom swells
 +
With the paean of the bells!
 +
And he dances, and he yells;
 +
Keeping time, time, time,
 +
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
 +
To the paean of the bells,
 +
Of the bells -
 +
Keeping time, time, time,
 +
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
 +
To the throbbing of the bells,
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells -
 +
To the sobbing of the bells;
 +
Keeping time, time, time,
 +
As he knells, knells, knells,
 +
In a happy Runic rhyme,
 +
To the rolling of the bells,
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells -
 +
To the tolling of the bells,
 +
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
 +
Bells, bells, bells -
 +
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
 +
 
 +
</poem>
 +
 
 +
 
  
 
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Title: 3 Edgar Allan Poe Songs
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Edgar Allan Poe

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2007/2011

Description: The MP3s are synthesized versions.

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Original text and translations

English.png English text


1. A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
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.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-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!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


2. The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world 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 towered around.
  
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
  
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight--
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define--
Nor Love--although the Love were thine.
  
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.


3. The Bells

Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now -now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people -ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells,
Of the bells -
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.