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*{{PostedDate|2009-03-31}} {{CPDLno|19134}} [{{website|delange}}/3_Edgar_Allan_Poe_Songs_2_THE_LAKE_(Huub_de_Lange).pdf {{extpdf}}] [{{website|delange}}/3_Edgar_Allan_Poe_Songs_2_THE_LAKE_(Huub_de_Lange).mp3 {{extmp3}}] | |||
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{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2009-03-31}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|10|233}}{{Copy|Personal}}{{ | :{{EdNotes|}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''The Lake''}} | |||
{{Composer|Huub de Lange}} | {{Composer|Huub de Lange}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Edgar Allan Poe}} | {{Lyricist|Edgar Allan Poe}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | |||
{{Pub|1|2009}} | |||
{{Descr|#2 from ''[[3 Edgar Allan Poe Songs (Huub de Lange)|3 Edgar Allan Poe Songs]]''}} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English | {{Text|English| | ||
In spring of youth it was my lot | In spring of youth it was my lot | ||
To haunt of the wide world a spot | To haunt of the wide world a spot | ||
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So lovely was the loneliness | So lovely was the loneliness | ||
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, | Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, | ||
And the tall pines that towered around. | And the tall pines that towered around. | ||
But when the Night had thrown her pall | But when the Night had thrown her pall | ||
Upon that spot, as upon all, | Upon that spot, as upon all, | ||
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Murmuring in melody-- | Murmuring in melody-- | ||
Then--ah then I would awake | Then--ah then I would awake | ||
To the terror of the lone lake. | To the terror of the lone lake. | ||
Yet that terror was not fright, | Yet that terror was not fright, | ||
But a tremulous delight-- | But a tremulous delight-- | ||
A feeling not the jewelled mine | A feeling not the jewelled mine | ||
Could teach or bribe me to define-- | Could teach or bribe me to define-- | ||
Nor Love--although the Love were thine. | Nor Love--although the Love were thine. | ||
Death was in that poisonous wave, | Death was in that poisonous wave, | ||
And in its gulf a fitting grave | And in its gulf a fitting grave | ||
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To his lone imagining-- | To his lone imagining-- | ||
Whose solitary soul could make | Whose solitary soul could make | ||
An Eden of that dim lake. | An Eden of that dim lake.}} | ||
{{DEFAULTSORT:Lake, The (Huub de Lange)}} | {{DEFAULTSORT:Lake, The (Huub de Lange)}} | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2009-03-31) CPDL #19134:
- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2009-03-31). Score information: A4, 10 pages, 233 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: The Lake
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Edgar Allan Poe
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2009
Description: #2 from 3 Edgar Allan Poe Songs
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.