It was a five-hour spectacular, and London had never seen anything like it. Right there on stage, swans were transformed into fairies, a bridge dissolved, Phoebus galloped through the clouds in a chariot drawn by four white horses. There were waterfalls, fountains, fireworks, peacocks, monkeys, exotic wild life, Chinese dancers, assorted spirits and nymphs, gods and goddesses, all swirling before the eye in a riot of color and fantasy.
Natural Addition. The year was 1692. The production was Composer Henry Purcell's The Fairy Queen, an adaptation of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream....
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