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'''Description:''' Translated from the German of [[Karl Wilhelm Osterwald]].
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'''Description:''' Translated from the German of [[Karl Wilhelm Osterwald]]. ''6 Lieder für gemischten Chor'' Op.24, no.2.
  
 
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  • (Posted 2020-01-02)  CPDL #56492:         
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General Information

Title: At parting
Composer: Robert Franz
Lyricist: John Troutbeck

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1856
  2nd published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 335

Description: Translated from the German of Karl Wilhelm Osterwald. 6 Lieder für gemischten Chor Op.24, no.2.

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Original text and translations

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Two roses did she give me,
Two roses blushing red,
Her cheeks as brightly glowing.
She lingered, loath to leave me,
When I from her was going,
And bitter tears were shed.
"Dearest heart, now cease from grieving,
True love will never fail.
Like tender roses dying."
And then, mine own one leaving,
I saw, the snow outvieing,
Her lovely face grow pale.
But as roses, quickly fading,
Are quickly green once more,
Her cheeks full soon were glowing,
And that dear face o'ershading,
Where roses fair were blowing,
A myrtle wreath she wore.