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Ten songs , opus 65

by Ernest Richard Kroeger (1862 - 1934)

?. Crossing the Bar  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.

Text Authorship:

  • by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), "Crossing the Bar", appears in Demeter and Other Poems, first published 1889

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CHI Chinese (中文) (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

7. Annabel Lee  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know	
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought	
   Than to love and be loved by me.
 
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
   I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the wing'd seraphs of heaven	
   Coveted her and me.
 
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling	
So that her highborn kinsmen came	
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre	
   In this kingdom by the sea.
 
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
   Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
 
But our love it was stronger by far than the love	
   Of those who were older than we,
   Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
   Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul	
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
 
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams	
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes	
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side	
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea,
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Text Authorship:

  • by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849), "Annabel Lee"

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