An Ode to Dreamers and Music Makers
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dove acquistare vardenafil generico 20 mg Given the theme title of the exhibit, I was thinking about the poem Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy in his book Music and Moonlight (1874). Sir Edward Elgar set the ode to music in The Music Makers, Op 69 (1912). You may have heard the opening lines of this poem in many different media and cultural references, including being uttered by Willy Wonka (Gene Wilder) at the start of his song, Dream. It is a poem about the cultural importance of artists (I’m including visual artists as well as musicians).
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get link Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties,
we build up the world’s great cities.
And out of a fabulous story,
we fashion an empire’s glory.
One man, with a dream, at pleasure
shall go forth and conquer a crown.
And three, with a new song’s measure
can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying,
in the buried past of the Earth,
built Nineveh with our sighing
and Babel itself with our mirth.
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
to the old of the New World’s worth.
For each age is a dream that is dying,
or one that is coming to birth.