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There be none of Beauty's daughters | |||
With a magic like thee; | |||
And like music on the waters | |||
Is thy sweet voice to me: | |||
When, as if its sound were causing | |||
The charmèd ocean's pausing, | |||
The waves lie still and gleaming, | |||
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: | |||
And the midnight moon is weaving | |||
Her bright chain o'er the deep; | |||
Whose breast is gently heaving | |||
As an infant's asleep: | |||
So the spirit bows before thee, | |||
To listen and adore thee; | |||
With a full but soft emotion, | |||
Like the swell of Summer's ocean. | |||
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- CPDL #17450: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-07-08). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 72 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: George Gordon Byron (aka "Lord Byron"), "There be none of beauty's daughters" from Poems, published 1816.
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1896
Description: Number 5 of Charles Hubert Hastings Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 4
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Original text and translations
English text
There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmèd ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.