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Balladino The Giant in Glee Victor Hugo Music amp Lyrics
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The song on lyrics of beautiful Victor Hugo's poem - The Giant in Glee. • Songs production can sometimes differentiate from the original poem text, but that's usually minor differences. • Here is the original text: • The Giant in Glee, by Victor Hugo • Ho, warriors! I was reared in the land of the Gauls; • O'er the Rhine my ancestors came bounding like balls • Of the snow at the Pole, where, a babe, I was bathed • Ere in bear and in walrus-skin I was enswathed. • Then my father was strong, whom the years lowly bow,— • A bison could wallow in the grooves of his brow. • He is weak, very old—he can scarcely uptear • A young pine-tree for staff since his legs cease to bear; • But here's to replace him!—I can toy with his axe; • As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax, • And my knee caps the boulders and troubles the trees. • How they shiver, yea, quake if I happen to sneeze! • I was still but a springald when, cleaving the Alps, • I brushed snowy periwigs off granitic scalps, • And my head, o'er the pinnacles, stopped the fleet clouds, • Where I captured the eagles and caged them by crowds. • There were tempests! I blew them back into their source! • And put out their lightnings! More than once in a course, • Through the ocean I went wading after the whale, • And stirred up the bottom as did never a gale. • Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach, • And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach; • And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb, • Like the lynx and the wolf, perished harmless and dumb. • But these pleasures of childhood have lost all their zest; • It is warfare and carnage that now I love best: • The sounds that I wish to awaken and hear • Are the cheers raised by courage, the shrieks due to fear; • When the riot of flames, ruin, smoke, steel and blood, • Announces an army rolls along as a flood, • Which I follow, to harry the clamorous ranks, • Sharp-goading the laggards and pressing the flanks, • Till, a thresher 'mid ripest of corn, up I stand • With an oak for a flail in my unflagging hand. • Rise the groans! rise the screams! on my feet fall vain tears • As the roar of my laughter redoubles their fears. • I am naked. At armor of steel I should joke— • True, I'm helmed—a brass pot you could draw with ten yoke. • I look for no ladder to invade the king's hall— • I stride o'er the ramparts, and down the walls fall, • Till choked are the ditches with the stones, dead and quick, • Whilst the flagstaff I use 'midst my teeth as a pick. • Oh, when cometh my turn to succumb like my prey, • May brave men my body snatch away from th' array • Of the crows—may they heap on the rocks till they loom • Like a mountain, befitting a colossus' tomb! • #victorhugo #poetry #poems #thegiant #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poetrymusic #poetryvideo
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