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'''Description:''' From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell". Part of the incidental music for ''The Rival Sisters'' or ''The Violence of Love'' (1695)<br> | '''Description:''' From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell". Part of the incidental music for ''The Rival Sisters'' or ''The Violence of Love'' (1695)<br> |
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- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-06-10). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 172 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: Celia has a Thousand Charms
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyricist: Robert Gould
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description: From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell". Part of the incidental music for The Rival Sisters or The Violence of Love (1695)
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Celia has a thousand charms:
'Tis heaven within her arms.
While I stand gazing on her face
Some new and some resistless Grace
Fill with fresh magic all the place.
But while the nymph I thus adore,
I should my wretched fate deplore.
But, oh, Mirtillo, have a care,
Her sweetness is beyond compare.
But then she’s false as well as fair.
Have a care, Mirtillo, have a care.