Ian MacDonald Composer

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1 Ian MacDonald Comoser Canada, Nanoose Bay About the artist I ould be leased to rovide searate arts to anybody ho ants to contact me via my (ianinbc@sha.ca) Artist age : htt://.free-scores.com/donload-d-sheet-music-ian-macdonald.htm About the iece Title: - art 2 Comoser: MacDonald, Ian Coyright: Coyright Ian MacDonald Style: Classical Comment: Horn Quintet Ian MacDonald on free-scores.com This ork is not ublic Domain. You must contact the artist for any use outside the rivate area. listen to the audio share your interretation comment contact the artist irst added the : Last udate : :34:27

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19 Huge sea-ood fed ith coer Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, 95 In hich sad light a carvèd dolhin sam. Above the antique mantel as dislayed As though a indo gave uon the sylvan scene The change of hilomel, by the barbarous king So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100 illed all the desert ith inviolable voice And still she cried, and still the orld ursues, Jug Jug to dirty ears. And other ithered stums of time Were told uon the alls; staring forms 105 Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. ootstes shuffled on the stair, Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair Sread out in fiery oints Gloed into ords, then ould be savagely still. 110 My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay ith me. Seak to me. Why do you never seak? Seak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never kno hat you are thinking. Think. I think e are in rats alley 115 Where the dead men lost their bones. What is that noise? The ind under the door. What is that noise no? What is the ind doing? Nothing again nothing. 120 Do You kno nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember Nothing? T.S.Eliot, "The Wasteland"