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'''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' - Set 3 no.2. This poem of Thomas Lovell Beddoes is from a dirge from the play, "Death's Jest Book". In the play it is sung over coffin containing the dead body of Wolfram, the play's Hero-Knight, who had been killed by the play's villainous Duke. | '''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' - Set 3 no.2. This poem of Thomas Lovell Beddoes is from a dirge from the play, "Death's Jest Book". In the play it is sung over coffin containing the dead body of Wolfram, the play's Hero-Knight, who had been killed by the play's villainous Duke. |
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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-06-04). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 61 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: If thou wouldst ease thine heart
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1895
Description: English Lyrics - Set 3 no.2. This poem of Thomas Lovell Beddoes is from a dirge from the play, "Death's Jest Book". In the play it is sung over coffin containing the dead body of Wolfram, the play's Hero-Knight, who had been killed by the play's villainous Duke.
- To Lucasta on going to the wars
- If thou wouldst ease thine heart
- To Althea from prison
- Why so pale and wan
- Through the ivory gate
- Of all the torments
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Original text and translations
English text
If thou wouldst east thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then sleep, dear! Sleep !
And not a sorrow hang
any tear on thine eyelashes;
Lie still and deep
sad soul, Until the seawave washes
The rim of the sun tomorrow
In Eastern sky.
But wouldst thou cure thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then die, dear, die.
'Tis deeper, sweeter,
Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming
With tranced eye;
And then alone, Amid the beaming
Of Love's stars, thou'lt greet her
in Eastern sky.