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Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; | |||
O slower yet, O fainter gentle springs: | |||
List to the heavy part the music bears, | |||
Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. | |||
Droop herbs and flowers; | |||
Fall grief in showers; | |||
Our beauty is not ours; | |||
O, could I still, | |||
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, | |||
Fall down, fall down, fall down | |||
Since summer's pride is now a withered daffodil. | |||
''NB: This appears to be Horsley's slight variation of Ben Jonson's original poem:'' | |||
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears ; | |||
Yet slower, yet ; O faintly gentle springs : | |||
List to the heavy part the music bears, | |||
Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. | |||
Droop herbs and flowers ; | |||
Fall grief in showers ; | |||
Our beauties are not ours ; | |||
O, I could still, | |||
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, | |||
Drop, drop, drop, drop, | |||
Since nature's pride is, now, a withered daffodil. | |||
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CPDL #21681:
- Editor: F L Dunkin Weddcreate page (submitted 2010-05-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 228 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Slow fresh fount
Composer: William Horsley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
O slower yet, O fainter gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers;
Fall grief in showers;
Our beauty is not ours;
O, could I still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Fall down, fall down, fall down
Since summer's pride is now a withered daffodil.
NB: This appears to be Horsley's slight variation of Ben Jonson's original poem:
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears ;
Yet slower, yet ; O faintly gentle springs :
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers ;
Fall grief in showers ;
Our beauties are not ours ;
O, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature's pride is, now, a withered daffodil.