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Crouch End Festival Chorus
Crouch End Festival Chorus
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London Mozart Players
London Mozart Players
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William Vann
William Vann
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David Temple
David Temple
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James Orford
James Orford
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Simon Blendis
Simon Blendis
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Sir Charles Hubert Parry
Sir Charles Hubert Parry
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Перси Биши Шелли
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jeremy Dibble
Jeremy Dibble
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Chorus of Furies
Prometheus!
Immortal Titan!
Champion of Heaven's slaves!
From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth,
Where the night has its grave, and the morning its birth,
Come, come, come!
Oh, ye who shake hills with the scream of your mirth,
34When cities sink howling in ruin; and ye
Who with wingless footsteps trample the sea,
And close upon Shipwreck and Famine's track,
Sit chattering with joy on the foodless wreck;
Come, come, come!
Leave the bed, low, cold, and red,
Strewed beneath a nation dead;
Leave the hatred, as in ashes
Fire is left for future burning:
It will burst in bloodier flashes
When ye stir it, soon returning:
Leave the self-contempt implanted
In young spirits, sense-enchanted,
Misery's yet unkindled fuel:
Leave Hell's secrets half unchanted
To the maniac dreamer; cruel
More than ye can be with hate
Is he with fear.
Come, come, come!
The pale stars of morn
Shine on a misery, dire to be borne.
Dost thou faint, mighty Titan? We laugh thee to scorn.
Joy, joy, joy!
Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers;
And the future is dark, and the present is spread
Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.
Written by: Percy Bysshe Shelley, Sir Charles Hubert Parry

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