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(Posted 2024-03-08) CPDL #79454:

Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-03-08). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 545 kB Copyright: Personal

Edition notes:

(Posted 2008-01-24) CPDL #15829:

Editor: Robin Doveton (submitted 2008-01-24). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 203 kB Copyright: CPDL

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General Information

Title: Phoebe
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Thomas Lodge
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1892 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
Description: Six Elizabethan Pastorals [set 1], Opus 49, No. 6

(MONTANUS’ PRAISE OF HIS FAIR PHOEBE)

External websites:

Original text and translations

English text

Phoebe sat
Sweet she sat,
Sweet sat Phoebe when I saw her,
White her brow,
Coy her eye:
Brow and eye how much you please me!
Words I spent,
Sighs I sent;
Sighs and words could never draw her.
Oh my love
Thou art lost
Since no sight could ever ease thee.

Phoebe sat
By a fount;
Sitting by a fount I spied her:
Sweet her touch,
Rare her voice;
Touch and voice what may distain you!
As she sung,
I did sigh,
And by sighs whilst that I tried her,
Oh mine eyes!
You did lose
Her first sight, whose want doth pain you.

Phoebe’s flocks
White as wool,
Yet were Phoebe’s locks more whiter.
Phoebe’s eyes,
Dove-like mild,
Dove-like eyes both mild and cruel;
Montan swears,
In your lamps
He will die for to delight her.
Phoebe, yield,
Or I die:
Shall true hearts be fancy’s fuel?

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+*{{PostedDate|2008-01-24}} {{CPDLno|15829}} [[Media:StanfordPhoebeSat.pdf|{{pdf}}]]
-{{Editor|Robin Doveton|2008-01-24}}'''Score information:''' A4, 5 pages, 203 kbytes&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;{{Copy|CPDL}}
+{{Editor|Robin Doveton|2008-01-24}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|203}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
-:'''Edition notes:'''
+:{{EdNotes|}}
 ==General Information==
-'''Title:''' ''Phoebe''<br>
+{{Title|''Phoebe''}}
 {{Composer|Charles Villiers Stanford}}
+{{Lyricist|Thomas Lodge}} <br>
-{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
+{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
-{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}}
+{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
 {{Language|English}}
-'''Instruments:''' {{acap}}<br>
+{{Instruments|A cappella}}
-'''Published:''' August, 1892
+{{Pub|1|1892|''Novello, Ewer, and Co.''}}
+{{Descr|Six Elizabethan Pastorals [set 1], Opus 49, No. 6
-'''Description:'''
+(MONTANUS’ PRAISE OF HIS FAIR PHOEBE)}}
+{{#ExtWeb:}}
-'''External websites:'''
 ==Original text and translations==
-{{Text|English}}
+{{Text|English|
-<poem>
 Phoebe sat
 Sweet she sat,
@@ Line 28: / Line 30: @@
 White her brow,
 Coy her eye:
-Brow and eye how much you please me?
+Brow and eye how much you please me!
 Words I spent,
-Sighs I sent,
+Sighs I sent;
 Sighs and words could never draw her.
 Oh my love
-Thou art lost,
+Thou art lost
 Since no sight could ever ease thee.
@@ Line 42: / Line 43: @@
 Sweet her touch,
 Rare her voice;
-Touch and voice what may distain you?
+Touch and voice what may distain you!
 As she sung,
 I did sigh,
 And by sighs whilst that I tried her,
-Oh mine eyes
+Oh mine eyes!
 You did lose
-Her first sight whose want did pain you.
+Her first sight, whose want doth pain you.
-Phoebe's flocks
+Phoebe’s flocks
 White as wool,
-Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter.
+Yet were Phoebe’s locks more whiter.
-Phoebe's eyes,
+Phoebe’s eyes,
 Dove-like mild,
-Dove-like eyes both mild and cruel.
+Dove-like eyes both mild and cruel;
 Montan swears,
 In your lamps
 He will die for to delight her.
-Phoebe yield,
+Phoebe, yield,
-Or I die;
+Or I die:
-Shall true hearts be fancy's fuel?
+Shall true hearts be fancy’s fuel?}}
-</poem>
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