E’ la manifestazione del Divino Femmineo così ricorrente nella mitologia celtica. I petali della rosa ruotano intorno al centro (e lo nascondono), così la rosa custodisce il segreto, la rosa è utero spirituale, la coppa-utero della Salvezza (e rigenerazione). Il canto è palesemente una rielaborazione protestante di una lauda mariana, risalente ad un epoca in cui una parte del pensiero cristiano andò a rivalutare la figura femminile (o quantomeno la sua versione mistica) sulla scia del culto della donna dilagato nelle corti feudali.įu il teologo Bernardo di Chiaravalle a battezzare la Madonna come ‘rosa mistica’, messo non a caso da Dante proprio in Paradiso di fronte ai Beati. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,Īnd this be our motto - “In God is our trust,”Īnd the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveEs ist ein’ Ros’ entsprungen (in italiano È spuntata una rosa) è un canto natalizio pubblicato in “Gebetbuchlein des Frater Conradus” (1582 o 1588) e rielaborato musicalmente da Michael Pretorius un decennio più tardi: Pretorius virò il significato del canto traslando la virtù della rosa in Gesù il canto venne tradotto e adattato anche in inglese con il titolo di “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming” o “A spotless rose is growing” e in francese come “Dans une étable obscure” (= “In una stalla buia”). Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation! O thus be it ever when freemen shall standīetween their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!īlest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
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O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. No refuge could save the hireling and slaveįrom the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,Īnd the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution. That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusionĪ home and a Country should leave us no more? O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!Īnd where is that band who so vauntingly swore, ’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
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In full glory reflected now shines in the stream, Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,Īs it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there, O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?Īnd the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming, O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, Friederich, the music is played as it would have been heard in 1854. This 19th century version (MP3) of the Star-Spangled Banner was performed on original instruments from the National Museum of American History's collection. Shortly afterward, two Baltimore newspapers published it, and by mid-October it had appeared in at least seventeen other papers in cities up and down the East Coast.
A local printer issued the new song as a broadside. Back in Baltimore, he completed the four verses (PDF) and copied them onto a sheet of paper, probably making more than one copy. leaf with the face of deceasedCount up the bread, Read more about DJ Scheme & Ski Mask the Slump God Feat. Inspired by the sight of the American flag flying over Fort McHenry the morning after the bombardment, he scribbled the initial verse of his song on the back of a letter. It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter, when halfspent was the night. Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind / Mar. from tender stem hath sprung, of Jesses lineage coming, as prophets long have sung. It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter, / When half spent was the night. Francis Scott Key was a gifted amateur poet. Lyrics to 'Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming' Christmas carol: Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung / Of Jesse's lineage coming, as men of old have sung.
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