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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-12-27). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 66 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #3023, with minor corrections to the underlay, and to slurring.
- Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2001-09-30). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 60 kB Copyright: Personal
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- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: Peace; come away
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Peace; come away: the song of woe
Is after all an earthly song:
Peace; come away: we do him wrong
To sing so wildly: let us go.
Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;
But half my life I leave behind:
Methinks my friend is richly shrined;
But I shall pass; my work will fail.
Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,
One set slow bell will seem to toll
The passing of the sweetest soul
That ever look’d with human eyes.
I hear it now, and o’er and o’er,
Eternal greetings to the dead;
And "Ave, Ave, Ave," said,
"Adieu, adieu" for evermore.