Book of Songs in Repertoire of Feodor Chaliapin the Worlds Greatest Singer
Book of Songs in Repertoire of Feodor Chaliapin the Worlds Greatest Singer
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No birds fly near to it; no beasts approach it. Only the storm-wind rushes to the tree of death, And hastens froii; it, breathing pestilence. When clouds shower rain upon it The pure drops filter slowly through its leaves And falling upon the burning sand beneath, Death-dealing poison. A man, with glance compelling, Commanded one to journey to the tree of death; And he set forth, returning with the poison A branch of faded leaves.
The sweat from his pale forehead ran In Icy streamlets: He broug...ht the poison, sickened, and lay prone Beneath the arches of his hut of boughs, And died, poor slave died at the feet Of his unheeding master.
But the Tsar loaded his willing arrows with the poison, And with them sped death into the lands Of foreign neighbours.
31 No. 48. "The Prisoner. " No. 48.
(Dramatic) Words by A. Poushkin. Music by A. Rubinstein.
Published by A. Johansen.
I sit within the cold, dark prison walls. My companion an eagle. Flapping his wings and gazing sadly out he calls me and seems to say: "Let's fly away, let's fly away, there where the snow-capped mountains touch the sky; where only go the wind and I.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
No birds fly near to it; no beasts approach it. Only the storm-wind rushes to the tree of death, And hastens froii; it, breathing pestilence. When clouds shower rain upon it The pure drops filter slowly through its leaves And falling upon the burning sand beneath, Death-dealing poison. A man, with glance compelling, Commanded one to journey to the tree of death; And he set forth, returning with the poison A branch of faded leaves.
The sweat from his pale forehead ran In Icy streamlets: He broug...ht the poison, sickened, and lay prone Beneath the arches of his hut of boughs, And died, poor slave died at the feet Of his unheeding master.
But the Tsar loaded his willing arrows with the poison, And with them sped death into the lands Of foreign neighbours.
31 No. 48. "The Prisoner. " No. 48.
(Dramatic) Words by A. Poushkin. Music by A. Rubinstein.
Published by A. Johansen.
I sit within the cold, dark prison walls. My companion an eagle. Flapping his wings and gazing sadly out he calls me and seems to say: "Let's fly away, let's fly away, there where the snow-capped mountains touch the sky; where only go the wind and I.
What to read after Book of Songs in Repertoire of Feodor Chaliapin the Worlds Greatest Singer?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Robert John Thompson to read onlineMoreLess
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