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Title: With Violets

Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)

Text: Letitia Katherine “Kate” Vannah (1855–1933)

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• Key: G Major
• Range: E4 – F♯5

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The violets that I send to you
Will close their blue eyes on your breast.
I shall not be there, Sweet, to see,
Yet do I know my flowers will rest
Within that chaste, white nest.

O little flowers, she’ll welcome you
So tenderly, so warmly! Go:
I know where you will die to-night,
But you can never, never know
The bliss of dying so!

If you could speak! Yet she will know
What made your faces wet, although
I fain would follow you and tell her.
There, go, and die, yet never know
To what a heaven you go!

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Title: Soprano Aria: I know that my redeemer liveth (from Messiah)

Music: George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)

Text: Job 19: 25-26; 1 Corinthians 15: 20

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• Key: E Major
• Range: E4 – G♯5
• Source: The Messiah (Schirmer)

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I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.

And though worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.

For now is Christ risen from the dead, the first-fruits of them that sleep.

• Wikipedia has an entry for Messiah

Title: My father! Ah! methinks I see (sung by Iole in Hercules)

Music: George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)

Text: libretto by Thomas Broughton.

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• Key: Aria begins in C minor
• Range: C4 – F5
• Source: Anthology of Sacred Song (Soprano)

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My father! Ah, methinks I see
The sword inflict the deadly wound:
He bleeds, he falls in agony,
Dying he bites the crimson ground.
Peaceful rest, dear parent shade,
Light the earth be on thee laid!
In thy daughter’s pious mind
All thy virtues live enshrin’d.

• Wikipedia has an article on Hercules.
• Stanford hosts the libretto to Hercules.
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Title: Crabbed age and youth

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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• Transcribed at CPDL
• Key: PDF is in E♭ Major
• Range: E♭4 – G5 (optional A♭5)
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Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age’s breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee;
O, my love, my love is young!
Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay’st too long.

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Title: Willow, Willow, Willow

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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• Range: D4 – G5
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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow.
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur’d her moans,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften’d the stones;
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

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Title: When Icicles Hang by the Wall

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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• Range: F4 – G5
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When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;

When blood is nipt and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw;

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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Title: Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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Blow, blow thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Although thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!
Unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning,
Most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho!
unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning,
most loving mere folly
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.

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Title: No longer mourn for me

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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• Key: PDF is in F Minor
• Range: E♭4 – A♭5 (C4 is presented as an optional low note.)
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I perchance compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love e’en with my life decay:
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.

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Title: Take, o take those lips away

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616) (Recmusic.org says this is a misattribution.)

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Take, O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And thos eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;

But my kisses bring again,
Bring again,
Seals of love,
But sealed in vain.
Sealed in vain.

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Title: O Mistress Mine

Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)

Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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• Range: D4 – G5
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O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love’s coming
That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting,
Ev’ry wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

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