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Home they brought her warrior dead: | |||
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: | |||
All her maidens, watching, said, | |||
‘She must weep or she will die.’ | |||
Then they praised him, soft and low, | |||
Called him worthy to be loved, | |||
Truest friend and noblest foe; | |||
Yet she neither spoke nor moved. | |||
Stole a maiden from her place, | |||
Lightly to the warrior stepped, | |||
Took the face-cloth from the face; | |||
Yet she neither moved nor wept. | |||
Rose a nurse of ninety years, | |||
Set his child upon her knee— | |||
Like summer tempest came her tears— | |||
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’ }} | |||
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- (Posted 2017-07-24) CPDL #45586:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-07-24). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 93 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Home they brought her warrior dead, Op. 68:7
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
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External websites: IMSLP
Original text and translations
English Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’
Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempest came her tears— ‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’ text[[Category:English Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’
Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempest came her tears— ‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’ texts]]