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'''Published:''' 1886  
'''Published:''' 1886  


'''Description:''' Number 3 of "English Lyrics" - Set 2
'''Description: "English Lyrics" - Set 2 no.3
# [[O mistress mine (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|O mistress mine]]
# [[Take, O take those lips away (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Take, O take those lips away]]
# [[No longer mourn for me (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|No longer mourn for me]]
# [[Blow, blow, thou winter wind (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Blow, blow, thou winter wind]]
# [[When icicles hang by the wall (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|When icicles hang by the wall]]


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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==

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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-31).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 73 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: No longer mourn for me
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: William Shakespeare , Sonnet LXXI

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1886

Description: "English Lyrics" - Set 2 no.3

  1. O mistress mine
  2. Take, O take those lips away
  3. No longer mourn for me
  4. Blow, blow, thou winter wind
  5. When icicles hang by the wall

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Original text and translations

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I perchance compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love e'en with my life decay:
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.