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==Music files==
==Music files==
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Tears, idle tears, Op.68:4''<br>
{{Title|''Tears, idle tears, Op.68:4''}}
{{Composer|Charles Villiers Stanford}}
{{Composer|Charles Villiers Stanford}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Published|}}
{{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.


'''Description:'''
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.


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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.


==Original text and translations==
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
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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!}}


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[[Category:Early 20th century music]]

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  • (Posted 2017-07-22)  CPDL #45552:        
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: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1898
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

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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!