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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}}]
*{{CPDLno|18407}} [http://www.poshea.com/scores/index.php {{net}}]
{{Editor|Patrick O'Shea|2008-12-01}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|19|140}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Patrick O'Shea|2008-12-01}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|19|140}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Separate horn part available.
:{{EdNotes|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}}
{{Lyricist|Edgar Allan Poe}}


{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Art songs|Art song]]<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' horn, piano<br>
{{Instruments| horn, piano}}
'''Published:''' 2004
{{Pub|1|2004}}
 
{{Descr| }}
'''Description:'''
{{#ExtWeb:}}
 
'''External websites:'''
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
<poem>
Dim vales, and shadowy floods,
Dim vales, and shadowy floods,  
And cloudy-looking woods,
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over
For the tears that drip all over
Huge moons there wax and wane,  
Huge moons there wax and wane,
Again, again, again,  
Again, again, again,
Every moment of the night,  
Every moment of the night,
Forever changing places,  
Forever changing places,
And they put out the star-light
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
With the breath from their pale faces.
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In easy drapery falls
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be,  
Wherever they may be,
O'er the strange woods, o'er the sea,  
O'er the strange woods, o'er the sea,
Over spirits on the wing,  
Over spirits on the wing,
Over every drowsy thing,  
Over every drowsy thing,
And buries them up quite
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light,  
In a labyrinth of light,
And then, how deep!, O, deep!
And then, how deep!, O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.
Is the passion of their sleep.}}
</poem>


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

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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.