Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths"

Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths" Lyrics

Song	Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths"
Artist	YoungStar
Artist	Gervase de Peyer
Artist	Alexander Murray
Artist	YoungStar
Artist	Barry Tuckwell
Artist	Sir Peter Pears
Artist	The London Symphony Orchestra
Artist	Benjamin Britten
Artist	Roger Lord
Artist	Osian Ellis
Album	Britten: Serenade for tenor, horn & strings; Les Illuminations; Nocturne
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[00:00.00]	作曲 : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
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[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

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	ar:
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[00:00.00]	zuo qu : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
[01:01.90]
[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

	ti:
	ar:
	al:
[00:00.00]	zuò qǔ : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
[01:01.90]
[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6.

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