Memory, hither come And tune your merry notes; And while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream, Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song, And there I'll lie and dream The day along; And when night comes I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darkened valley, With silent melancholy.
A Blake Cantata
Song Cycle by Edwin James Nairn Carr (b. 1926)
1. Memory, hither come  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Memory, hither come", written 1783, appears in Poetical Sketches
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry2. To the Muses  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd; Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoy'd in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- RUS Russian (Русский) [singable] (Dmitri Nikolaevich Smirnov) , "К Музам", copyright © 1981, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
3. The jocund dance  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I love the [jocund]1 dance, The softly breathing song, Where innocent eyes do glance, [And where]2 lisps the maiden's tongue. I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing [hills]3, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bow'r, Where white and brown is our lot, Or fruit in the midday hour. I love the oaken seat, Beneath the oaken tree, Where all [the old]4 villagers meet, And laugh [our]5 sports to see. I love our neighbors all, But Kitty, I [better love thee]6; And love them [I ever]7 shall; But thou art all to me.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Song"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Mitchell: "merry"
2 Mitchell: "Where"
3 Mitchell: "hill"
4 Mitchell: "the"
5 Mitchell: "my"
6 Mitchell: "love thee more"
7 Mitchell: "ever I"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
4. Sound the flute  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Sound the Flute! Now [it's]1 mute. Birds delight Day and Night. Nightingale In the dale, Lark in Sky, 2 Merrily, Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year. Little Boy, Full of Joy; Little Girl, Sweet and small. Cock does crow, So do you. Merry voice Infant noise Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year. Little Lamb Here I am, Come and [lick My white neck]3. Let me pull Your soft Wool. Let me kiss Your soft face. Merrily Merrily [we]4 welcome in the Year.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Spring", appears in Songs of Innocence and Experience, in Songs of Innocence, no. 15, first published 1789
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with William Blake, Songs of Innocence, 1789.
1 MacNutt: "'tis"2 Dougherty adds: "Out of sight"
3 MacNutt: "play/ Hours away"
4 MacNutt: "to"
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
Total word count: 368