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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.}} | |||
I hear it now, and o’er and o’er, | |||
Eternal greetings to the dead; | |||
And "Ave, Ave, Ave," said, | |||
"Adieu, adieu" for evermore. | |||
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- CPDL #03023: Sibelius
- Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2001-09-30). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 60 kB Copyright: Personal
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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.