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{{Editor|Stan Sanderson|2008-08-02|edtype=Contributor}}'''Score information:''' Letter, 2 pages, {{Copy|Public Domain}} | |||
:'''Edition notes:''' From the [http://www.mutopiaproject.org/ Mutopia Project.] - Source: Unknown - Mutopia-2004/03/16-434 - Edition in D Major. <br> | :'''Edition notes:''' From the [http://www.mutopiaproject.org/ Mutopia Project.] - Source: Unknown - Mutopia-2004/03/16-434 - Edition in D Major. <br> | ||
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CPDL #17783:
- Contributor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2008-08-02). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: From the Mutopia Project. - Source: Unknown - Mutopia-2004/03/16-434 - Edition in D Major.
General Information
Title: The Last Rose of Summer
Composer: John Andrew Stevenson
Lyricist: Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano Solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:
External websites:
- Entry at Wikipedia for this composer.
- Entry at Wikipedia for this song.
- Entry at "Art Song Central".
Original text and translations
English text
- ‘Tis the last rose of summer,
- Left blooming all alone,
- All her lovely companions
- Are faded and gone.
- No flower of her kindred,
- No rose bud is nigh,
- To reflect back her blushes,
- Or give sigh for sigh.
- I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,
- To pine on the stem;
- Since the lovely are sleeping,
- Go sleep thou with them;
- Thus kindly I scatter
- Thy leaves o’er the bed
- Where thy mates of the garden
- Lie scentless and dead.
- So soon may I follow
- When friendships decay,
- And from love’s shining circle
- The gems drop away!
- When true hearts lie withered
- And fond ones are flown
- Oh! who would inhabit
- This bleak world alone?