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'''Published:''' 1895<br> | '''Published:''' 1895<br> | ||
'''Description:''' | '''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' - Set 3 no.1 | ||
# [[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:''' |
Revision as of 18:08, 28 April 2016
Music files
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- (Posted 2008-05-16) CPDL #16927: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-05-14). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 53 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 53 KB, MIDI: 8 KB, Sib4: 40 KB.
General Information
Title: To Lucasta on Going to the Wars
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Richard Lovelace
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1895
Description: English Lyrics - Set 3 no.1
- 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
External websites:
- PDF of Richard Lovelace's 1817 printing of his 1649 book: "Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, ..."
Original text and translations
English text
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not honour more.