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Post by Immanuel on Jan 29, 2021 11:05:04 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Jan 29, 2021 11:05:49 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Jan 29, 2021 11:06:23 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Jan 29, 2021 11:08:00 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Jan 29, 2021 11:08:18 GMT -5
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Post by 溪山 on Jan 30, 2021 2:15:53 GMT -5
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. ----Charles Baudelaire "The Last Rose of Summer" is a poem by the Irish poet Thomas Moore. He wrote it in 1805, while staying at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland, where he was said to have been inspired by a specimen of Rosa 'Old Blush'.[1] The poem is set to a traditional tune called "Aislean an Oigfear", or "The Young Man's Dream",[2] which was transcribed by Edward Bunting in 1792, based on a performance by harper Denis Hempson (Donnchadh Ó hAmhsaigh) at the Belfast Harp Festival. -- wiki 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one. To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
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Post by 溪山 on Jan 30, 2021 2:16:47 GMT -5
Mendelssohn: Fantasia "The Last Rose of Summer", Op. 15 (Benjamin Frith)
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Post by Immanuel on Jan 30, 2021 4:24:34 GMT -5
One of the saddest songs, for sure.
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Post by Immanuel on Feb 5, 2021 15:45:42 GMT -5
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