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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Tears, idle tears, Op.68:4''}} | |||
{{Composer|Charles Villiers Stanford}} | {{Composer|Charles Villiers Stanford}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}} | {{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Piano}} | {{Instruments|Piano}} | ||
{{ | {{Pub|1|1898}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | |||
{{Text|English| | |||
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, | |||
Tears from the depth of some divine despair | |||
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, | |||
In looking on the happy autumn-fields, | |||
And thinking of the days that are no more. | |||
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, | |||
That brings our friends up from the underworld, | |||
Sad as the last which reddens over one | |||
That sinks with all we love below the verge; | |||
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. | |||
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns | |||
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds | |||
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes | |||
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; | |||
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. | |||
Dear as remembered kisses after death, | |||
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned | |||
On lips that are for others; deep as love, | |||
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; | |||
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Early 20th century music]] | [[Category:Early 20th century music]] |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-07-22). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 147 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Tears, idle tears, Op.68:4
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1898
Description:
External websites:
- Tears, idle tears at the Petrucci Music Library (IMSLP)
Original text and translations
English text
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!