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Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; | |||
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, | |||
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; | |||
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? | |||
Ask me no more. | |||
Ask me no more: what answer should I give? | |||
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: | |||
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! | |||
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; | |||
Ask me no more. | |||
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: | |||
I strove against the stream and all in vain: | |||
Let the great river take me to the main: | |||
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; | |||
Ask me no more. }} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-07-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 103 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Musica ficta are editorial.
General Information
Title: Ask me no more, Op. 68:9
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: IMSLP
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Original text and translations
English text
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.