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.
Ten songs
Song Cycle by Frederick William Clarke (1852 - 1883)
?. 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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- 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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?. Farewell! if ever fondest prayer  [sung text not yet checked]
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word - Farewell! - Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel: I only know we loved in vain - I only feel - Farewell! - Farewell!
Authorship:
- by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "Farewell", appears in The Corsair, first published 1814
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Alexis Paulin Pâris) , "Adieu"
?. Bright be the place of thy soul!  [sung text not yet checked]
Bright be the place of thy soul! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee. Light be the turf of thy tomb! May its verdure like emeralds be: There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest; But not cypress nor yew let us see, For why should we mourn for the blest?
Authorship:
- by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "Bright be the place of thy soul", appears in Hebrew Melodies, no. 25
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Alexis Paulin Pâris) , "Digne de toi soit la demeure de ton âme !", appears in Mélodies hébraïques, no. 25
First published in Examiner, June 1815, titled "Stanzas" and signed B---n; revised 1816.
Confirmed with The Complete Works of Lord Byron, ed. by John Galt, Esq., Paris, Baudry's European Library, 1837, page 53.
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