All night had shout of men, and cry Of woeful women filled His way; Until that noon of sombre sky On Friday, clamour and display Smote Him; no solitude had He, No silence, since Gethsemane. Public was Death; but Power, but Might, But Life again, but Victory, Were hushed within the dead of night, The shutter'd dark, the secrecy. And all alone, alone, alone, He rose again behind the stone.
Four Songs to the Words by Alice Meynell
Song Cycle by Vladimir Agopov (b. 1953)
1. Easter Night  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. At Night  [sung text checked 1 time]
Home, home from the horizon far and clear, Hither the soft wings sweep; Flocks of the memories of the day draw near The dovecote doors of sleep. Oh, which are they that come through sweetest light Of all these homing birds? Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight? Your words to me, your words!
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- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922), "At night", appears in Other Poems, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Renouncement  [sung text checked 1 time]
I must not think of thee; and, tired [yet]1 strong, I shun the [love]2 that lurks in all delight -- The [love]3 of thee -- [and]4 in the blue heaven's height, [And]4 in the [dearest]5 passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the [sweetest]3 thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright; But it must never, never come in sight; I must stop short of thee the whole day long. But when sleep comes to close each difficult day, When night gives pause to the long watch I keep, And all my bonds I needs must loose apart, Must doff my will as raiment laid away, -- With the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.
Authorship:
- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922), "Renouncement", appears in Poems, first published 1893
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir. The Oxford Book of English Verse, Oxford, Clarendon, 1919, [c1901]; Bartleby.com, 1999. www.bartleby.com/101/879.html.
1 Wilkinson: "but"2 Agopov, Wilkinson: "thought"
3 Agopov: "sweetest"; Wilkinson: "thought"
4 Wilkinson: "or"
5 Agopov, Wilkinson: "fairest"
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4. Chimes  [sung text checked 1 time]
Brief on a flying night, From the shaken tower, A flock of bells take flight, And go with the hour. Like birds from the cote to the gales, Abrupt -- oh, hark! -- A fleet of bells set sails, And go to the dark. Sudden the cold airs swing: Alone, aloud, A verse of bells takes wing And flies with the cloud.
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- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922), "Chimes", appears in Later Poems, first published 1902
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