Are the white hours for ever fled - Callcott, John Wall

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"A four part glee set to a poem included in the "Wiccamical chaplet", edited by George Huddesford (1749-1809). The poem is described as "Anacreontic"."

⌛ Period → Classical ◈ Genre → Glees

♯ Key B- major

⁄ Time Signature 3/4

♬ Voicing → ATTB

◆ Difficulty

Elementary

↕ Range F2 – C5

¶ Language → English

Measures 93

Texture mixed texture

Parts 6

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

Pages 6

CPDL # 75346

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2023-09-12

License Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike

♫Pitch Ranges

Alto

G3 – C5

Tenor I

D3 – F4

Bass

F2 – C4

Piano

F2 – C4

¶Lyrics / Text

Note: only the lines appearing in bold were set to the music. For the original "Killing" and "heavenly", Callcott substituted, in each instance, "beautiful". '''Are the white hours for ever fled''' ''' That used to mark the cheerful day?''' '''And every blooming [killing] pleasure dead''' ''' That led the enraptured soul away?''' '''Too fast the rosy-footed train,''' ''' The blessed, delicious moments passed;''' '''Pleasure must now give way to pain,''' ''' And grief succeeds to joy at last.''' '''O, daughters of eternal Jove!''' ''' Return with the returning year:''' '''Bring pleasure back again and love!''' ''' With blooming [heavenly] smiles again appear!''' O bring my H___y to my sight! :What happy hour will then be by? And while I'm dying with delight, :Her soul shall speak through either eye. Let sacred friendship too attend; :The man whose soul is most like mine. Bring B____, my ever dearest friend, :And fill the bowl with rosy wine : We'll grasp the minutes as they pass, :Unconscious of all future woes; Mirth, love and joy shall crown each glass, :And cast our sorrows to our foes. Let every white and happy hour :Which fate has to my life decreed With rosy wings its blessings shower, :And each in order still succeed: But when the short-lived smiling store :No longer can my bliss engage, Cut off the useless thousands more :And add them to some coward's age!