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==Music files==
==Music files==
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Home of my heart''<br>
{{Title|''Home of my heart''}}
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Lyricist|A. C. Benson}}
{{Lyricist|A. C. Benson}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Keyboard}}
{{Instruments|a cappella}}
'''Published:''' 1898
{{Pub|1|1898|in ''{{NoCo|Eight Four-Part Songs}}''|no=4}}
 
{{Descr| }}
'''Description:''' ''Eight Four-part Songs'' (1898) No.4
{{#ExtWeb:}}
# [[Phillis (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Phillis]]
# [[O Love, they wrong thee much (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|O Love, they wrong thee much]]
# [[At her fair hands (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|At her fair hands]]
# [[Home of my heart (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Home of my heart]]
# [[You gentle nymphs (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|You gentle nymphs]]
# [[Come pretty wag (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Come pretty wag]]
# [[Ye thrilled me once (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Ye thrilled me once]]
# [[Better music ne'er was known (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)| Better music ne'er was known]]
 
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
{{Text|English|
Home of my heart, when wilt thou ope  
Home of my heart, when wilt thou ope
Thy silent doors to let me in?
Thy silent doors to let me in?
What! not one glimpse to quicken hope  
What! not one glimpse to quicken hope
Of all that I aspire to win?
Of all that I aspire to win?
So near, and yet so oft denied!  
So near, and yet so oft denied!
The roses on my trellis throw  
The roses on my trellis throw
Their heedless scent from side to side,  
Their heedless scent from side to side,
Yet will not whisper what they know.
Yet will not whisper what they know.


The yellow moon that hangs and peers  
The yellow moon that hangs and peers
Amid the icy horns on high,  
Amid the icy horns on high,
Leans to the list'ning earth, yet fears  
Leans to the list'ning earth, yet fears
To tell the secret of the sky.  
To tell the secret of the sky.
O pines that whisper in the wind,  
O pines that whisper in the wind,
When ling'ring herds from pasture come,  
When ling'ring herds from pasture come,
Breathe somewhat of your steadfast mind,
Breathe somewhat of your steadfast mind,
The hour is yours: yet ye are dumb.
The hour is yours: yet ye are dumb.
 
Sweet answering eyes, you too have learned  
Sweet answering eyes, you too have learned
The secret that you will not tell,  
The secret that you will not tell,
I should have known it, but you turned  
I should have known it, but you turned
That moment, and the lashes fell.  
That moment, and the lashes fell.
Home of my heart, why stand so cold  
Home of my heart, why stand so cold
And silent? there is mirth within:  
And silent? there is mirth within:
The sun sinks low, the day is old,  
The sun sinks low, the day is old,
Oh, let the baffled wand'rer in!
Oh, let the baffled wand'rer in!}}
}}


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[[Category:Sheet music]]
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[[Category:Romantic music]]

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  • (Posted 2023-12-20)  CPDL #78416:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-12-20).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 390 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2016-05-02)  CPDL #39514:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-02).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 88 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

General Information

Title: Home of my heart
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: A. C. Benson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella

First published: 1898 in Eight Four-Part Songs, no. 4
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Home of my heart, when wilt thou ope
Thy silent doors to let me in?
What! not one glimpse to quicken hope
Of all that I aspire to win?
So near, and yet so oft denied!
The roses on my trellis throw
Their heedless scent from side to side,
Yet will not whisper what they know.

The yellow moon that hangs and peers
Amid the icy horns on high,
Leans to the list'ning earth, yet fears
To tell the secret of the sky.
O pines that whisper in the wind,
When ling'ring herds from pasture come,
Breathe somewhat of your steadfast mind,
The hour is yours: yet ye are dumb.

Sweet answering eyes, you too have learned
The secret that you will not tell,
I should have known it, but you turned
That moment, and the lashes fell.
Home of my heart, why stand so cold
And silent? there is mirth within:
The sun sinks low, the day is old,
Oh, let the baffled wand'rer in!