Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neal Davies
Neal Davies
Bass-Baritone
London Mozart Players
London Mozart Players
Orchestra
William Vann
William Vann
Conductor
James Orford
James Orford
Organ
Simon Blendis
Simon Blendis
Leader
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Charles Hubert Parry
Sir Charles Hubert Parry
Composer
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Dibble
Jeremy Dibble
Editing Engineer

Songteksten

Prometheus (Baritone)
How fair these airborn shapes! and yet I feel
Most vain all hope but love; and thou art far,
Asia! who, when my being overflow'd,
Wert like a golden chalice to bright wine
Which else had sunk into the thirsty dust.
All things are still: alas! how heavily
This quiet morning weighs upon my heart;
Though I should dream I could ev'n sleep with grief
If slumber were denied not. I would fain
Be what it is my destiny to be,
The saviour and the strength of suff'ring man,
Or sink into the original gulf of things:
There is no agony, no solace left;
Earth can console, Heav'n can torment no more.
Written by: Percy Bysshe Shelley, Sir Charles Hubert Parry
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