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*{{PostedDate|2021-09-18}} {{CPDLno|65820}} [[Media:Return_blest_days_Stafford_Smith.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Return_blest_days_Stafford_Smith.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Return_blest_days_Stafford_Smith.mxl|{{mp3}}]] [[Media:Return_blest_days_Stafford_Smith.capx|{{Capx}}]] | |||
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*{{PostedDate|2021-09-13}} {{CPDLno|65775}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/145423.shtml {{net}}] | *{{PostedDate|2021-09-13}} {{CPDLno|65775}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/145423.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2021-09-13}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|289}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2021-09-13}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|289}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-09-18). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 156 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-09-13). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 289 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Return blest days
Composer: John Stafford Smith
Lyricist: Thomas Percycreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1777 Warren's sixteenth collection
Description: This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1777.
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Original text and translations
English text
Return, blest days, return ye laughing hours,
Which led me up the roseate steep of youth,
Which strew'd my simple path with vernal flow'rs,
And bid me court chaste science and fair truth.
Witness, ye daughters of the year,
If e'er a sigh had learnt to heave my breast,
If e'er my cheek was conscious of a tear,
And robb'd my soul of rest.
So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,
Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the flame,
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.