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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2011-03-07).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 71 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback. Free registration at external website required for PDF download

General Information

Title: So many tears of misery
Composer: John Clarke-Whitfeld
Lyricist: William Collier

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:

Description: [Two favourite Glees,] "So many tears of misery &c" with an accompaniment for the Piano Forte, the Poetry by the late Revd. Willm. Collier, Trin. Coll. Cam. Composed by Dr John Clarke, of Cambridge. Pr. 2/-. London. Printed & sold by PRESTON at his Wholesale Warehouses 97, Strand.

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Original text and translations

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So many tears of misery
have failed to move your heart
that wearied with your tyranny,
despairing I depart:

Yet think, at last relenting,
Lest pity come too late,
when, Love, the wrongs resenting,
no more your smiles await.

But, Oh! Regard with lenity
this proud presumptuous strain,
while frantic by your cruelty,
I dare to brave your chain:

Oh! Let thy heart consenting,
once more again be mine,
and I, with tears repenting,
for ever will be thine!