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'''Published:''' 1895<br> | '''Published:''' 1895<br> | ||
'''Description:''' | '''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' - Set 3 no.5. <br> | ||
# [[To Lucasta on going to the wars (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|To Lucasta on going to the wars]] | |||
# [[If thou wouldst ease thine heart (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|If thou wouldst ease thine heart]] | |||
# [[To Althea from prison (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|To Althea from prison]] | |||
# [[Why so pale and wan (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Why so pale and wan]] | |||
# [[Through the ivory gate (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Through the ivory gate]] | |||
# [[Of all the torments (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Of all the torments]] | |||
'''External websites:''' | '''External websites:''' | ||
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- (Posted 2008-03-13) CPDL #16323:
Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 73 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 70 KB, MIDI: 11 KB, Sib4: 45 KB.
- This edition is dedicated in fond memory of Edward Hamilton - (1947-2008) - Requiescat in Pace.
General Information
Title: Through the Ivory Gate
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Julian Sturgis
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1895
Description: English Lyrics - Set 3 no.5.
- To Lucasta on going to the wars
- If thou wouldst ease thine heart
- To Althea from prison
- Why so pale and wan
- Through the ivory gate
- Of all the torments
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Original text and translations
English text
I had a dream last night
Dream of a friend that is dead
He came with dawn's first light
And stood beside my bed:
And as he there did stand,
With gesture fine and fair,
He passed a wan white hand
Over my tumbled hair,
Saying: "No friendship dieth
With death of any day,
No true friendship lieth
Cold with lifeless clay.
"Though our boyhood's playtime,
Be gone with summer's breath,
No friendship fades with Maytime
No friendship dies with death."
Then answer had I made
But that the rapture deep
Did hold me, half afraid
To mar that rose of sleep
So with closed eyes I lay,
Lord of the vision fair;
And when 'twas perfect day
Only the day was there.
Lyrics: Julian Sturgis - ( 1848 - 1904 )
published in 1895