Title: Noël d’Irlande (Irish Noël)
Music: Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847-1903)
Text: Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847-1903)
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- Available in D Major (low) and G Major (high) in Modern French Songs which can be downloaded from Google Books
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Rêvez, rêvez, enfants d’Irlande.
Que le divin Noël vous apporte du pain!
Rêvez, rêvez, que sur la lande
Vous chauffez vos pieds nus aux flammes du sapin!
Rêvez, rêvez, chanteurs d’Irlande,
Que les temps reviendront des Héros et des Rois!
Rêvez, rêvez, que Dieu commande,
Et qu’il vous rend la Harpe et le Trèfle, et la Croix.
Rêvez, rêvez, Martyrs d’Irlande,
Que le jour est venu de gloire et d’équité!
Rêvez! Et que Noël vous rende
La force des aïeux avec la Liberté!
Title: The Year’s at the Spring
Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)
Text: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
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The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!
- Recmusic.org has the text.
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Title: Because (Lorsque j’entends ton pas)
Music: Guy d’Hardelot (1858-1936) (pseudonym for Helen Rhodes)
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Lorsque j’entends ton pas, comme en un rêve
Le fol espoir de te revoir s’élève,
Et vainement vers toi je tends les bras,
Quand j’entends ton pas.
Et quand divinement ta voix m’enchaîne,
Je vois s’évanouir toute ma peine,
Et tout ton être chante, et vibre en moi,
Quand j’entends ta voix.
Et puis tu viens à moi et je frissonne,
Tu prends ma main, et tout mon coeur se donne
A toi en un baiser brûlant d’émoi,
Car tu viens à moi!
English:
Because, you come to me, with naught save love,
and hold my hand and lift mine eyes above,
a wider world of hope and joy I see,
because you come to me!
Because you speak to me in accent sweet,
I find the roses waking round my feet,
and I am led through tears and joy to thee,
because you speak to me!
Because God made thee mine, I’ll cherish thee,
through light and darkness through all time to be,
and pray His love may make our love divine,
because God made thee mine!
- Recmusic.org has the English text.
Title: The Rainy Day
Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)
Text: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Note: This appears to be Amy Beach’s first published song, written in 1880 when she was just 13. She was 16 when this was published.
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- Available in unedited pages at the Library of Congress. (Note that the name on the cover page and the catalog entry are spelled incorrectly.)
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldr’ng wall,
But at ev’ry gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary.
My thoughts still cling to the mould’ring Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
- Recmusic.org has the text.
Title: Hymn of Trust
Music: Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867-1944)
Text: Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
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Love Divine, that stoop’d to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt’rest tear,
O Love Divine, we smile at pain while Thou art near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each ling’ring year,
No path we shun no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whisp’ring,
Thou art near!
Love Divine, that stoop’d to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt’rest tear,
O Love Divine, on thee we cast each earthborn care.
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is turn’d to fear,
The murm’ring wind, the quiv’ring leaf
Shall tell us softly,
Thou art near!
O Thee we fling our burd’ning woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear,
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying,
Thou art near!
- Recmusic.org has the text.
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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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.
Title: Recit: Behold, I tell you a mystery – Aria: The trumpet shall sound (from Messiah)
Music: George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)
Text: 1 Corinthians 15: 51-53
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Behold, I tell you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.
The trumpet shall sound and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
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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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.
- The Münchener Digitalisierungszentrum hosts scans of the full score of Hercules.
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
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- Range: E♭4 – G5 (optional A♭5)
- Sibelius 4 source code available to edit or transpose.
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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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- Transcribed at CPDL
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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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- Transcribed at CPDL
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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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- Transcribed at CPDL
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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: I stood on de Ribber ob Jerdon
Music: Traditional spiritual, arranged by Harry Thacker Burleigh (1866-1949)
Text: Traditional
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I stood on de ribber ob Jerdon,
To see dat ship come sailin’ ober,
Stood on de ribber ob Jerdon,
To see dat ship sail by.
Oh, mo’ner doan yo’ weep!
W’en yo’ see dat ship come sailin’ ober,
Oh, mo’ner doan yo’ weep!
W’en yo’ see dat ship sail by.
O sister yo’ bettah be ready,
To see dat ship come sailin’ ober,
Sister yo’ bettah be ready,
To see dat ship sail by.
Oh, mo’ner doan yo’ weep!
W’en yo’ see dat ship come sailin’ ober,
Shout Glory Hallelujah!
W’en yo’ see dat ship sail by.
I stood on de ribber ob Jerdon!
Title: I don’t feel no-ways tired
Music: Traditional spiritual, arranged by Harry Thacker Burleigh (1866-1949)
Text: Traditional
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I am seekin’ for a city, Hallelujah,
I am seekin’ for a city! Hallelu.
For a city into de Hebben, Hallelujah,
For a city into de Hebben, Hallelu.
Lord I don’t feel no-ways tired Childaren!
Oh, glory Hallelujah!
For I hope to shout glory when dis worl’ is on fire Chillen,
Oh, glory Hallelujah!
Dere’s a better day a-comin’, Hallelujah,
Dere’s a better day a-comin’, Hallelu.
When I leave dis worl’ ob sorrow, Hallelujah,
For to jine de holy number, Hallelu.
Lord I don’t feel no-ways tired Childaren!
Oh, glory Hallelujah!
For I hope to shout glory when dis worl’ is on fire Chillen,
Oh, glory Hallelujah!
Title: No longer mourn for me
Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)
Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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- Transcribed at CPDL
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- Sibelius 4 source code available to edit or transpose.
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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.
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.
Title: O Mistress Mine
Composer: Sir Charles Hubert Hastings Parry (1848-1918)
Author: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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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.
Title: Go down, Moses (Let my people go!)
Music: Traditional spiritual, arranged by Harry Thacker Burleigh (1866-1949)
Text: Traditional
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- Key: G Minor
- Range: D4 – D5
- Source: Individual song, ©1917 G. Ricordi & Co.
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When Israel was in Egypt’s lan’,
Let my people go.
Oppress’d so hard they could not stand,
Let my people go.
Go down, Moses,
‘Way down in Egypt’s lan’,
Tell ole Pharoh to let my people go.
Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said,
Let my people go.
If not, I’ll smite your first born dead,
Let my people go.
Go down, Moses,
‘Way down in Egypt’s lan’,
Tell ole Pharah to let my people go.
[Pharaoh is spelled above as in the score.]
- Duke’s Digital Collection has color scans of the original publication of Go down, Moses
Title: Recit: Comfort ye – Aria: Every valley shall be exalted (from Messiah)
Music: George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)
Text: Isaiah 40: 1-4
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Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; the crooked straight, and the rough places plain.
Title: I see she flies me
Composer: Henry Purcell (1659-1695)
Author: John Dryden (1631-1700)
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- Key: G Minor
- Range: D4 – G5
- Note: I have corrected the text in this edition by removing the s from the end of discover, noting that it broke the rhyme. However, the original Orpheus Brittanicus also has “discovers.” This edition is available uncorrected from Google Books. (See source)
- Source: Six Songs by Henry Purcell
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I see she flies me ev’rywhere,
Her eyes her scorn discover;
But what’s her scorn or my despair,
Since ’tis my fate to love her.
Were she but kind whom I adore,
I might live longer, but not love her more.
