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==Music files==
==Music files==
 
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{{Contributor|David Newman|2008-06-10}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|216}}{{Copy|Public Domain}}
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:'''Edition notes:'''  
:'''Contributor:''' [[User:David Newman|David Newman]] ''(added 2008-06-10)''.   '''Score information:''' A4, 6 pages, 216 kbytes       {{Copy|Public Domain}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Cross posting by [http://artsongcentral.com Art Song Central] - File Sizes: PDF: 216 KB <br>


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Love Arms Himself in Celia's Eyes '' <br>
'''Title:''' ''Love Arms Himself in Celia's Eyes ''<br>
{{Composer|Henry Purcell}}
{{Composer|Henry Purcell}}
'''Lyricist:''' [[Matthew Prior]] <br>
{{Lyricist|Matthew Prior| (1664-1721)}}


'''Number of voices:''' 1vv&nbsp;&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' Solo Soprano <br>
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br>
'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Secular| music}}, {{pcat|Art song|s}} <br>
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' {{PnoAcc}} <br>
{{Instruments|Piano}}
'''Published:'''
{{Pub|1|}}


'''Description:''' From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell".<br><br>
'''Description:''' From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell".


'''External websites:'''  
'''External websites:'''  


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
:Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes
Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes
:Whene’er weak reason would rebel,
Whene’er weak reason would rebel,
:And ev’ry time I dare be wise,
And ev’ry time I dare be wise,
:Alas a deeper wound I feel.
Alas a deeper wound I feel.
:Repeated thoughts present the ill,
Repeated thoughts present the ill,
:Which seeing I must still endure,
Which seeing I must still endure,
:They tell me love has darts to kill
They tell me love has darts to kill
:And wisdom has no pow’r to cure.
And wisdom has no pow’r to cure.
<br>
 
:Then cruel reason give me rest.
:Quit in my heart thy feeble hold,
:Go try thy force in Celia’s breast,
:For that is disengag’d and cold.
:There all thy nicest arts employ,
:Confess thyself her beauty’s slave,
:And argue whilst she may destroy
:How great, how godlike ’tis to save
<br>
 
'''''Lyrics: Matthew Prior - (1664-1721)'''''
<br>


Then cruel reason give me rest.
Quit in my heart thy feeble hold,
Go try thy force in Celia’s breast,
For that is disengag’d and cold.
There all thy nicest arts employ,
Confess thyself her beauty’s slave,
And argue whilst she may destroy
How great, how godlike ’tis to save}}


[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Solo Soprano]]
[[Category:Baroque music]]
[[Category:Baroque music]]

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Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-06-10).  Score information: A4, 6 pages, 216 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Love Arms Himself in Celia's Eyes
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyricist: Matthew Prior (1664-1721)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published:

Description: From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell".

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes
Whene’er weak reason would rebel,
And ev’ry time I dare be wise,
Alas a deeper wound I feel.
Repeated thoughts present the ill,
Which seeing I must still endure,
They tell me love has darts to kill
And wisdom has no pow’r to cure.

Then cruel reason give me rest.
Quit in my heart thy feeble hold,
Go try thy force in Celia’s breast,
For that is disengag’d and cold.
There all thy nicest arts employ,
Confess thyself her beauty’s slave,
And argue whilst she may destroy
How great, how godlike ’tis to save