No longer mourn for me (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-31). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 73 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Description: "English Lyrics" - Set 2 no.3
- O mistress mine
- Take, O take those lips away
- No longer mourn for me
- Blow, blow, thou winter wind
- When icicles hang by the wall
Original text and translations
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.