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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2008-12-01}} {{CPDLno|18407}} [https://web.archive.org/web/20100108024331/http://www.poshea.com/scores/index.php {{net}}]
*{{NewWork|2008-12-01}} '''CPDL #18407:''' [http://www.poshea.com/scores/index.php {{pdf}}] [ ]
{{Editor|Patrick O'Shea|2008-12-01}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|19|140}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Editor:''' [[User:Patrick O'Shea|Patrick O'Shea]] ''(added 2008-12-01)''.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'''Score information: '''Letter, 19 pages, 140 kbytes&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:Personal|Personal]]
:{{EdNotes|Separate horn part available.}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Text by Edgar Allen Poe.  Separate horn part available.


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Fairy-Land''<br>
{{Title|''Fairy-Land''}}
{{Composer|Patrick O'Shea}}
{{Composer|Patrick O'Shea}}
{{Lyricist|Edgar Allan Poe}}


{{Voicing|1|S}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Art songs|Art songs]]<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' Soprano, horn, piano<br>
{{Instruments| horn, piano}}
'''Published:''' 2004
{{Pub|1|2004}}
 
{{Descr| }}
'''Description:''' Sorano solo with horn and piano
{{#ExtWeb:}}
 
'''External websites:''' http://www.poshea.com
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
{{Text|English|
{{NoText}}
Dim vales, and shadowy floods,
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over
Huge moons there wax and wane,
Again, again, again,
Every moment of the night,
Forever changing places,
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down, still down, and down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be,
O'er the strange woods, o'er the sea,
Over spirits on the wing,
Over every drowsy thing,
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light,
And then, how deep!, O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.}}


[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Secular music]]
[[Category:Art songs]]
[[Category:Modern music]]
[[Category:Modern music]]

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  • (Posted 2008-12-01)  CPDL #18407:  Network.png
Editor: Patrick O'Shea (submitted 2008-12-01).   Score information: Letter, 19 pages, 140 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Separate horn part available.

General Information

Title: Fairy-Land
Composer: Patrick O'Shea
Lyricist: Edgar Allan Poe

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: horn, piano

First published: 2004
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Dim vales, and shadowy floods,
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over
Huge moons there wax and wane,
Again, again, again,
Every moment of the night,
Forever changing places,
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down, still down, and down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be,
O'er the strange woods, o'er the sea,
Over spirits on the wing,
Over every drowsy thing,
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light,
And then, how deep!, O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.