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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2019-11-27). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 67 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Composer: Maria Hester Park
Lyricist: William Collinscreate page
Number of voices: 3vv Voicings: SSB, TTB and SSA
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1790
Description: There is nothing in the cleffing of this piece to indicate that Park expected performance by any other than the contemporary standard (all-male) forces. In deference to her gender, a transposed edition is provided to enable performance by female choirs.
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Original text and translations
English text
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear,
To vex, with shrieks, this quiet grove;
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their loves.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till pity's self be dead.