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{{Editor|John Henry Fowler|2008-09-12}}'''Score information:''' Letter, 20 pages, 197 kbytes {{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|John Henry Fowler|2008-09-12}}'''Score information:''' Letter, 20 pages, 197 kbytes {{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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- CPDL #18052: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-09-12). Score information: Letter, 20 pages, 197 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 197 KB, MIDI: 45 KB, Sib4: 80 KB.
General Information
Title: Descend, ye Nine!
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Alexander Pope
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Aria
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
Published: 1889
Description: No. 2 from Ode on St. Cecilia's Day (1889)
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Original text and translations
English text
- Descend, ye Nine! descend and sing;
- The breathing instruments inspire,
- Wake into voice each silent string,
- And sweep the sounding lyre;
- In a sadly-pleasing strain
- Let the warbling lute complain:
- Let the loud trumpet sound,
- Till the roofs all around
- The shrill echoes rebound:
- While in more lengthen'd notes and slow,
- The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow.
- Hark! the numbers soft and clear,
- Gently steal upon the ear;
- Now louder, and yet louder rise,
- And fill with spreading sounds the skies;
- Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes,
- In broken air, trembling, the wild music floats;
- Till, by degrees, remote and small,
- The strains decay,
- And melt away,
- In a dying, dying fall.