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Soldier's Dream is a poem written by English war poet Wilfred Owen.It was written in October 1917 in Craiglockhart, a suburb in the south-west of Edinburgh (Scotland), while the author was recovering from shell shock in the trenches, inflicted during World War I.
It describes the myth of Baldr's death consistently with Gylfaginning. Bellows suggest that the poem was composed in the mid 10th century as well as the possibility that the author also composed Völuspá or at least drew from it, pointing at the similarity of stanza 11 in Baldrs draumar and stanzas 32-33 in Völuspá . [ 3 ]
The last line of the prepared address echoes the second and third lines of the poem. [2] [3] The same lines were also used in the lyrics of Pink Floyd's "The Gunner's Dream" (1983, on The Final Cut) [4] and Al Stewart's "Somewhere in England 1915" (2005, on A Beach Full of Shells). The poem is read in its entirety in films Oh!
"I Dreamed a Dream" is a song from the 1980 musical Les Misérables. [1] It is a solo that is sung by Fantine during the first act. The music is by Claude-Michel Schönberg , with orchestrations by John Cameron .
It's been a long time since I read the book, but if the story of "Glyndwr Michael's" death is accurate (rat poison) then he cannot be "Major Martin"; the XX Committee (the department of British Intelligence responsible for misdirection) specifically sought out a cadaver of a person who had drowned - in the event that the Germans performed an ...
"Joe Hill", also known as "I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night", [1] is a folk song named after labor activist Joe Hill, which was originally written in poem by Alfred Hayes [2] and composed into music by Earl Robinson in 1936. [3]
" Ich hab die Nacht geträumet" (I dreamed last night) is a German folk song. It is a melancholic song that tells of a disturbing dream foreshadowing death – a rosemary tree in the garden, falling leaves, and a jar broken to pieces and bleeding a red liquid. In Northern Germany, rosemary was planted in graveyards, and mourners at funerals ...
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—'La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gapèd wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold ...