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Two Songs with String Quartet , opus 7

by Edmund Duncan Rubbra (1901 - 1986)

1. Rejection  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.

Giltles my deth thus han ye me purchaced;
I sey yow soth, me nedeth not to feyne;
     So hath your beaute fro your herle chaced
     Pilee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne

Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed
So gret beaute, that no man may atteyne
To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne.
     So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
     Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
     For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.

Text Authorship:

  • by Geoffrey Chaucer (c1343 - 1400), "Rejection", appears in Merciles Beaute: A Triple Roundel, no. 2

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Modernized form used by Vaughan Williams:

So hath your beauty from your hertë chased
Pity, that me ne availeth not to plain:
For Daunger halt your mercy n his chain.

Guiltless my death thus have ye me purchased;
I say you sooth, me needeth not to feign:
So hath your beauty from your hertë chased
Pity, that me ne availeth not to plain.

Alas! That nature hath in you compassed
So great beauty, that no man may attain
To mercy, though he stervë for the pain!
So hath your beauty from your hertë chased
Pity, that me ne availeth not to plain:
For Daunger halt your mercy n his chain.

2. Entrez‑y tous en sureté  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: French (Français) 
Entrez-y tous en sûreté,
Pour vous il vient de naîtré ;
C'est pour vous mettre en liberté, 
Et ôter de captivité,
Que pauvre il veut paraître ; 
Sans doute vous reconnaîtrez 
Votre Sauveur et Maître.

Text Authorship:

  • by Christin Prost, Père (d. 1696), no title

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Confirmed with Recueil de Noëls anciens, au patois de Besançon, Nouvelle Édition, Besançon, Imprimerie et Librairie de Bintot, Place Saint-Pierre, 1842, page 107, in Vingt-troisième Noël, spoken by Saint Joseph.


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