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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''There Rolls the Deep''<br>
'''Title:''' ''There rolls the deep''<br>
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}}

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General Information

Title: There rolls the deep
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: No. 4 from Six Modern Lyrics (1897):

  1. How sweet the answer
  2. Since thou, O fondest
  3. If I had but two little wings
  4. There rolls the deep
  5. What voice of gladness
  6. Music, when soft voices die

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Original text and translations

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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.