From thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more! But the latest throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, -- That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh!
Four Partsongs to Lyrics by Robert Burns
Song Cycle by John Linton Gardner (1917 - 2011)
1. Farewell to Eliza  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), title 1: "Song : From thee Eliza", title 2: "Song -- Farewell to Eliza ", written 1786
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "S bohem, Elize"
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Chanson : De toi Eliza", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Da te, Elisa", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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2. Delia  [sung text not yet checked]
Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty shows. Sweet the lark's wild warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still, Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flower-enamour'd busy bee The rosy banquet loves to sip; Sweet the streamlet's limpid lapse To the sun-brown'd Arab's lip. But, Delia, on thy balmy lips Let me, no vagrant insect, rove; O let me steal one liquid kiss, For Oh! my soul is parch'd with love.
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Delia: An Ode", written 1789
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. On Chloris being ill  [sung text not yet checked]
Chorus Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror, Slumber ev'n I dread, Ev'ry dream is horror. Long, long, &c. Hear me, Powers Divine! Oh, in pity, hear me! Take aught else of mine, But my Chloris spare me! Long, long, &c.
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Song -- On Chloris being ill"
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4. To Miss Isabella MacLeod  [sung text not yet checked]
The crimson blossom charms the bee, The summer sun the swallow; So dear this tuneful gift to me From lovely Isabella. Her portrait fair upon my mind Revolving Time shall mellow; And Mem'ry's latest effort find The lovely Isabella. No Bard nor Lover's rapture this, In fancies vain and shallow; She is, so come my soul to bliss! The lovely Isabella.
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "To Miss Isabella MacLeod"
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