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Seven Part Songs for Male-Voice Choir
Song Cycle by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918)
1. Hang fear, cast away care
2. Love wakes and weeps  [sung text not yet checked]
Love wakes and weeps While Beauty sleeps ; Oh! for music's softest numbers To prompt a theme For Beauty's dream, Soft as the [pillow]1 of her slumbers! Through groves of [palm]2 Sigh gales of balm ; Fire-flies on the air are wheeling ; While through the gloom Comes soft perfume, The distant beds of [flowers]3 revealing. Oh! wake and live! No dreams can give A shadowed bliss the real excelling ; No longer sleep From lattice peep, And list the tale that love is telling!
Authorship:
- by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "Love wakes and weeps", appears in The Pirate, chapter 23
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Strickland: "perfume"
2 Strickland: "palms"
3 Strickland: "ferns"
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3. The mad dog  [sung text not yet checked]
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain [some]1 private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. Around from all the neighboring streets The wond'ring neighbors ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied: The man recover'd of the bite -- The dog it was that died.
Authorship:
- by Oliver Goldsmith (1730 - 1774), "Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: The Globe Edition, ed. by David Masson, London: MacMillan and Co., 1923. Appears in Miscellaneous Poems, pages 681 - 682.
1 Bachlund: "his"Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Melanie Trumbull
4. That very wise man, Old Aesop
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5. Orpheus
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6. Out upon it!  [sung text not yet checked]
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen dozen in her place.
Authorship:
- by John Suckling, Sir (1609 - 1642), "The constant lover"
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