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Three Baritone Songs

Song Cycle by Will Ogdon (1921 - 2013)

1. Moon song
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, --
And ever changing, like a joyless eye 
That finds no object worth its constancy?

 ... 

Text Authorship:

  • by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "To the Moon", first published 1824

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Měsíci", Prague, J. Otto, first published 1901

Note: this is a fragment; the first two lines of a second stanza were published by W. M. Rossetti in 1870
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

2. Slow, slow fresh fount
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears:
    Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs:
 List to the heavy part the music bears,
    Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
     Droop herbs and flowers,
     Fall grief in showers,
     Our beauties are not ours;
      O, I could still,
 Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
     Drop, drop, drop, drop,
    Since nature's pride is, now, a withered daffodil.

Text Authorship:

  • by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637), from Cynthia's Revels, Act I Scene 2.

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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry

3. O let me climb
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
O let me climb
When I lie down.
The pious souls by night
Is like a clouded star
Whose beams tho said
To shed their light
Under some dark cloud
Yet are above
And shine and move
Beyond that misty shroud.
So in my bed
That curtained grave, though
Sleep like ashes hides by lamp,
And life I will Thee abide.

Text Authorship:

  • by Henry Vaughan (1622 - 1695)

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 174
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