The Song of the Lark by Jules Breton |
Notice this peasant girl's bare feet and simple dress. She has a cutting tool in her hand and is on her way to the fields early in the morning when she stops to listen to the Lark.
Since I recommended the Music Master's CD that includes music and biography about both Grieg and Schumann we'll look at Robert Schumann next. Here are two biographical sketches:
Wikipedia - Robert Schumann or Classical Net - Robert Schumann
The first work I would like to feature is Carnaval
Carnaval Part 1
Carnaval Part 2
Carnaval Part 3
Carnaval Part 4
One final poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson today.
SUMMER NIGHT
by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
- OW 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 firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
- Now droops the milk-white 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.
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