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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2019-08-11}} {{CPDLno|55024}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/147427.shtml {{ | *{{PostedDate|2019-08-11}} {{CPDLno|55024}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/147427.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2019-08-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|1|34}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2019-08-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|1|34}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' http://www.notamos.co.uk/147427.shtml | :'''Edition notes:''' http://www.notamos.co.uk/147427.shtml | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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Beneath the silent rural cell | |||
Of innocence and peace, | |||
With sage retirement let me dwell | |||
And taste each home-felt bliss. | |||
O let me pierce the secret shade | |||
Cheered by the warbling woods, | |||
Or woo the venerable maid | |||
Lulled by the gliding floods. | |||
Then learn, when noon of life is past, | |||
To calmly meet my end, | |||
And feel my setting sun at last | |||
The grave unfeared descend. | |||
}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Classical music]] | [[Category:Classical music]] |
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2019-08-11). Score information: A4, 1 page, 34 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: http://www.notamos.co.uk/147427.shtml
General Information
Title: Beneath the silent rural cell
Composer: Henry Harington
Lyricist: Anon, probably the composercreate page
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: Unknown
First published: 1780
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Original text and translations
English text
Beneath the silent rural cell
Of innocence and peace,
With sage retirement let me dwell
And taste each home-felt bliss.
O let me pierce the secret shade
Cheered by the warbling woods,
Or woo the venerable maid
Lulled by the gliding floods.
Then learn, when noon of life is past,
To calmly meet my end,
And feel my setting sun at last
The grave unfeared descend.