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- CPDL #19378:
(Sibelius 5)
- Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2009-05-03). Score information: A4, 16 pages, 137 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Father of heroes
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Ossian
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: ATTBB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella (originally). Piano accompaniment added by William Horsley (1774-1858).
Published: 1792
Description: A five part glee set to 3 unconnected passages from two "Ossian" poems. May have been composed on the occasion of a military or naval victory.
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Original text and translations
English text
Text from poems by "Ossian" ((James Macpherson (1736-1796))
From "Temora", Book II
FATHER of heroes! … High dweller of eddying winds! where the dark-red thunder marks the troubled clouds!
Open thou thy stormy halls. Let the bards of old be near.
From “Berrathon”
We sit, at the rock, and there is no voice; no light but the meteor of fire!
Oh! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead!
Speak … Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed?
No feeble voice is on the gale: no answer half-drowned in the storm!
Thy people bend before thee. Thou turnest the battle in the field of the brave …
Thy tempests are before my thy face. But thy my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of thy rest are pleasant.