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Galgario
Venerd&igrave;, 05 Novembre 2010, 10:18

«ANGOLO DI MUSICA»
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Kiara: grazie, non ho sentito mai proprio questa canzone (anche se abbiamo alcuni cd in casa, da Lui)
Vincentius: grazie, anche a me piacciono i vecchi canzoni italiani. Non lo conoscevo, ma lo ascoltato :) 
Romashka: mandaci la tua canzone preferita, ora ti invito ascoltare una canzone non italo-russa :mrgreen: 
THE LADY OF SHALOTT ( lyrics, 1843) (Poesia di Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892 :) Naturalmente la poesia è più lunga della canzone. I miei Preraffaeliti adorati hanno dipinto La Dama di Shalott, esistono diversi tipi di quadri. (per es.: John William Waterhouse (1849-1917): The Lady of Shalott (1888, Tate Gallery, London) :loveit: 
o da William Holman Hunt (1827-1910): The Lady of Shalott (Hartford, USA)
THE LADY OF SHALOTT- MUSIC by LOREENA McKENNITT (LIVE)
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and on rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky,
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow,
Round and island there below,
The island of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me', cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks
complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Ower tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat,
Bebeath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
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Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
And the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "she has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."


