There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The [charmèd]1 ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving As an infant's asleep: So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Five English Love Lyrics
Song Cycle by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953)
1. There be none of Beauty's daughters  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "Stanzas for music", appears in Poems, first published 1816
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Sloky pro hudbu"
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Alexis Paulin Pâris) , "Stances à mettre en musique"
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Fra tutte le più belle", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Mendelssohn: "charm'd"
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2. Morning Song  [sung text checked 1 time]
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, [larks]1, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing! To give my Love good-morrow! To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them [both I'll]2 borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin-red-breast! Sing, birds, in every furrow! And from each [bill]3, let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow! You pretty elves, [among]4 yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow; [To give my Love good-morrow Sing, birds, in every furrow!]5
Authorship:
- by Thomas Heywood (?1574 - 1641), "Matin Song"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with The Oxford Book of English Verse, edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch, OUP, 1919, Item 205.
Glossary
Stare = starling
2 Ewazen: "I'll all"
3 Chadwick: "hill" (typo?)
4 Chadwick: "amongst"
5 Ewazen:
Sing, birds, in every furrow! Pack, clouds away! and welcome day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; Goodmorrow! Goodmorrow!
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3. Go, lovely rose  [sung text checked 1 time]
Go, lovely Rose! -- Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be [desir'd]1, And not blush so to be admir'd. Then die! -- that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee: How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Yet though thou fade, From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise; And teach the maid That goodness time's rude hand defies; That virtue lives when beauty dies.
Authorship:
- by Edmund Waller (1608 - 1687)
- by Henry Kirke White (1785 - 1806)
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- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
See also Ezra Pound's Envoi.
1 Attwood: "admir'd" [possibly a mistake]
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4. O, the month of May  [sung text not yet checked]
O, the month of May, the merry month of May, So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green! O, and then did I unto my true love say, "Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer's Queen." Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale, The sweetest singer in all the [forest quire]1, Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love's tale: Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a briar. But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo; See where she sitteth: come away, my joy: Come away, I prithee, I do not like the cuckoo; Should sing when my Peggy and I kiss and toy. O, the month of May, the merry month of May, So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green; And then did I unto my true love say, "Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer's Queen."
Authorship:
- by Thomas Dekker (c1572 - 1632), "The first Three-Man's song", appears in The Shoemaker's Holiday
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Moeran: "forest's choir"
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5. The time of roses  [sung text not yet checked]
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses - We pluck'd them as we [pass'd]1! [That]2 churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no - the world was newly crown'd With flowers [when first we]3 met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses - We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845), "Time of Roses", from Literary Souvenirs, first published 1827
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed., 1919.
1 Stöhr: "passed" (only here, not in stanza 3)2 Stöhr: "The"
3 Arditti: "when we"
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