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# [[How sweet the answer (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|How sweet the answer]] | # [[How sweet the answer (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|How sweet the answer]] | ||
# [[Since thou, O fondest (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Since thou, O fondest]] | # [[Since thou, O fondest (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Since thou, O fondest]] | ||
# | # [[If I had but two little wings (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|If I had but two little wings]] | ||
# [[There rolls the deep (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|There rolls the deep]] | # [[There rolls the deep (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|There rolls the deep]] | ||
# ''What voice of gladness'' (Robert Seymour Bridges) | # ''What voice of gladness'' (Robert Seymour Bridges) | ||
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- CPDL #02063:
Finale 2000
- Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 2001-02-08). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 72 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.
General Information
Title: There Rolls the Deep
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1897
Description: No. 4 from Six Modern Lyrics (1897):
- How sweet the answer
- Since thou, O fondest
- If I had but two little wings
- There rolls the deep
- What voice of gladness (Robert Seymour Bridges)
- Music, when soft voices die
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Original text and translations
English text
There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.
The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
But in my spirit will I dwell,
And dream my dream, and hold it true;
For tho’ my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.