Beneath a shade by Wandle stream (Raynor Taylor)

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2025-11-02).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 202 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
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  • (Posted 2025-11-02)  CPDL #87302:  Network.png
Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2025-11-02).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 129 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. This edition includes a keyboard reduction of the original instrumental accompaniment.

General Information

Title: Beneath a shade by Wandle stream
Composer: Raynor Taylor
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: solo high
Genre: SecularAria

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo, violin

First published: c.1774 (n/d)
Description: An evocation of rusticity, set in Wandsworth.

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Original text and translations

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Beneath a shade by Wandle stream,
When may perfumed the ground,
Young Colin lay, while with his theme
Fond echo bubbled round.
So sweet his soft complaint he sung
Of Daphne fair and coy;
The list'ning birds in silence hung,
To hear the rustic boy.

O Daphne, lovely maid! he cried,
For thee I hopeless pine;
Thou fairest flow'r of Wandle side,
In whom all sweets combine.
For thee I seek a lonely shade;
Thy name my song employ:
Which thou with scorn hath still repaid,
Deaf to thy rustic boy.

O can that form (ye shepherds say)
Contain a heart that's cold?
Not Phoebus shoots a brighter ray
When summer blooms unfold:
Yet with despair my blood she chills;
Her frowns my hopes destroy.
No pity for my plaints she feels,
Nor needs her rustic boy.

Alas! from yonder city vain
A fluttering youth appears.
His mimic woes and fancied pain
Deluded Daphne's ears!
Ah! turn thee from his artful tale;
Avoid the tinsel toy;
Nor e'er despise the humble vale
And me, thy rustic boy.