Soft and safe though lowly grave - Callcott, John Wall

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"A 6 part glee"

⌛ Epoche → Klassik ◈ Genre → Glees

♯ Tonart A major

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → SSATBB

◆ Difficulty

Mittelstufe

↕ Tonumfang A – a''

♩ Tempo adagietto (66)

◷ Dauer ~3 min 22 sec

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 59

Textur mixed texture

Stimmen 8

Instrumente A cappella (originally). Piano accompaniment added by William Horsley (1774-1858).

Seiten 8

CPDL Nr. 16695

Bearbeiter Jonathan Goodliffe

Veröffentlicht 2008-04-19

Lizenz CPDL-Lizenz

♫Tonumfänge

Treble

c#' – e''

Counter Tenor

f# – b'

Tenor

e – f#'

Bass

A – a

Piano

A – a'

Schlagwörter

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From "Julia", an anonymous poem included by Thomas Evans in his "Old ballads, historical and narrative", published 1810. '''JULIA''' [To the graves where sleep the dead, :Hapless Julia took her way; Sighs to heave, and tears to shed :O’er the spot where Damon lay, Many a blooming flower she bore, :O’er the green grass turf to throw And while fast her tears did pour, :Thus she sang to soothe her woe.] Soft and safe, though lowly, grave, :Fast o'er thee my tears shall flow, Only hope the hapless have, :Only refuge left for woe. Constant love and grief sincere, :Shall thy hallowed turf pervade, And many a heartfelt sigh and tear, :Hapless youth shall soothe thy shade. Lighted by the moon's pale shine, :See me to thy mem’ry true; Lowly bending at thy shrine, :Many a votive flow'r to strew. But how little do these flow'rs, :Prove my love and constancy! Yet a few sad fleeting hours, :And dear youth I'll follow thee. [Rose replete with scent and hue, :Sweetest flow’r that nature blows, Damon flourished once like you; :Now o’er him the green grass grows, Rose, go deck his hallowed grave, :Lily, o’er the green turf twine; Honour meet that turf should have, :Beauty’s bed, and virtue’s shrine. Primrose pale, and violet blue, :Jasmine sweet, and eglantine, Nightly here thy sweets I strew, :Proud to deck my true love’s shrine. Like you my Damon bloomed a day, :He did die and so must you, But such charms can you display, :Half so virtuous, half so true?] No sweet flow'rets, no such charms, :No such virtues can You boast; Yet he's torn from my fond arms, :Yet my faithful love is crossed! But a radiant morn shall rise, :(Loit'ring moments faster flow,) Till with Him I tread the skies, :Smile at death and laugh at woe.” [Thus she sung and strewed the flow’r, :Beat her breast, and wept, and sighed; And, when toll’d the midnight hour, :On the green turf grave she died. Many a nightingale forlorn, :Sung her knell, while breezes sighed: Haughty grandeur heard with scorn, :How so