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I. Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me; | |||
On thy bosom let me rest. | |||
More I would, but death invades me: | |||
Death is now a welcome guest. | |||
When I am laid in earth, | |||
May my wrongs create | |||
No trouble in thy breast. | |||
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate. | |||
II. With drooping wings ye cupids come, | |||
and scatter roses on her tomb, | |||
soft and gentle as her heart; | |||
Keep here your watch, and never part. | |||
</poem> | |||
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Revision as of 17:15, 4 May 2009
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CPDL #19367: 
PDFs and Midi available
- Editor: John Kilpatrick (submitted 2009-05-01). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 69 kB (full score 12 pages, 83KB) Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Set for wind quartet, soprano solo, and SATB choir (or a cappella). Vocal and full scores available, and instrument parts.
General Information
Title: Dido's Lament and Chorus
Composer: Henry Purcell
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Opera
Language: English
Instruments: Wind quartet (flute or oboe, clarinet, french horn, bassoon); or can be sung a cappella from the wind parts by the choir humming or singing aah.
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Original text and translations
English text
I. Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me;
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me:
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
II. With drooping wings ye cupids come,
and scatter roses on her tomb,
soft and gentle as her heart;
Keep here your watch, and never part.