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- CPDL #16957: (Sibelius 4)
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-05-19). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 54 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Of all the torments
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: William Walsh
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1895
Description: English Lyrics - Set 3 no.6.
- To Lucasta on going to the wars
- If thou wouldst ease thine heart
- To Althea from prison
- Why so pale and wan
- Through the ivory gate
- Of all the torments
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Original text and translations
English text
Of all the tormants, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners of each other kind
afflictions easier grow;
In love we hate to find
Companions of our woe.
Silvia, for all the pangs you see,
Are laboring in my breast;
I beg not you would favor me
Would you but slight the rest.
How great so e'er your rigors are
With them alone I'll cope:
I can endure my own despair,
But not another's hope!