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PS-400 Old Poets- Cleopatra Slowly Dying
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song to the old poem "Cleopatra Dying" by (the old poet) Thomas Stephens Collier ver. cleopatra_slowly_dying
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Genre
Podcasts Poetry
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Peak #19
Peak in subgenre #5
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music: wbiro
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wbiro
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September 11, 2011
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 2:47
Story behind the song
song to "Cleopatra Dying" by Thomas Stephens Collier
Lyrics
Sinks the sun below the desert, Golden glows the sluggish Nile; Purple flame crowns spring and temple, Lights up every ancient pile. Where the old gods now are sleeping, Isis and Osires great, Guard me, help me, give me courage, Like a Queen to meet my fate! I am dying, Egypt, dying, Let the Ceasar's army come, I will cheat him of his glory, Though beyond the Styx I roam! Shall he drag this beauty with him, While the crowd his triumph sings? No, no, never! I will show him What lies in the blood of Kings! Though he holds the golden Scepter, Rules the Pharaoh's sunny land, Where old Nilus rolls resistless Through the sweeps of silvery sand. He shall never say I met him Fawning, abject, like a slave. I will foil him, though to do it I must cross the Stygian wave! Cleopatra slowly dying, upon proud Egypt's plain! from "Cleopatra Dying" by Thomas Stephens Collier
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