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'''Published:''' 1896
'''Published:''' 1896


'''Description:''' Number 5 of Charles Hubert Hastings Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 4
'''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' - Set 4 no.5
# [[Thine eyes still shined for me (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Thine eyes still shined for me]]
# [[When lovers meet again (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|When lovers meet again]]
# [[When we two parted (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|When we two parted]]
# [[Weep you no more (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Weep you no more]]
# [[There be none of beauty's daughters (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|There be none of beauty's daughters]]
# [[Bright star (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Bright star]]


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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-07-08).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 72 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: George Gordon Byron

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1896

Description: English Lyrics - Set 4 no.5

  1. Thine eyes still shined for me
  2. When lovers meet again
  3. When we two parted
  4. Weep you no more
  5. There be none of beauty's daughters
  6. Bright star

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Original text and translations

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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.