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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2021-02-08}} {{CPDLno|62762}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/147834.shtml {{ | *{{PostedDate|2021-02-08}} {{CPDLno|62762}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/147834.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2021-02-08}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|227}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2021-02-08}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|227}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. | :'''Edition notes:''' Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky? | |||
The west opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. | |||
The waves come to behold thy beauty; they lift their trembling heads. | |||
They see thee lovely in thy sleep; they shrink away with fear. | |||
Rest in thy shadowy cave, O sun; let thy return be in joy.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Classical music]] | [[Category:Classical music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2021-02-08) CPDL #62762:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-02-08). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 227 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Hast thou left thy blue course
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Ossian (James Macpherson)create page
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: ATB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1801
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Original text and translations
English text
Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky?
The west opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there.
The waves come to behold thy beauty; they lift their trembling heads.
They see thee lovely in thy sleep; they shrink away with fear.
Rest in thy shadowy cave, O sun; let thy return be in joy.