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'''Published:''' 2011 | '''Published:''' 2011 | ||
'''Description:''' My musical setting for the poem by Byron. Written for male baritone; cello used here to simulate voice part. | '''Description:''' My musical setting for the poem by Byron. Written for male baritone; cello used here to simulate voice part. | ||
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So, we'll go no more a roving | So, we'll go no more a roving | ||
So late into the night, | |||
Though the heart be still as loving, | Though the heart be still as loving, | ||
And the moon be still as bright. | |||
For the sword outwears its sheath, | For the sword outwears its sheath, | ||
And the soul wears out the breast, | |||
And the heart must pause to breathe, | And the heart must pause to breathe, | ||
And love itself have rest. | |||
Though the night was made for loving, | Though the night was made for loving, | ||
And the day returns too soon, | |||
Yet we'll go no more a roving | Yet we'll go no more a roving | ||
By the light of the moon. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] | ||
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- CPDL #24395:
- Editor: Jon Corelis (submitted 2011-09-08). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 48 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: We'll go no more a-roving
Composer: Jon Corelis
Lyricist: George Gordon Byron
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: B
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2011
Description: My musical setting for the poem by Byron. Written for male baritone; cello used here to simulate voice part.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.