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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
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<poem>
Orpheus with his lute made trees
Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves while he did sing.
Bow themselves while he did sing.
To his music plants and flowers ever sprung
To his music plants and flowers ever sprung
As sun and flowers there had made a lasting spring.
As sun and flowers there had made a lasting spring.


Everything that heard him play
Everything that heard him play
Ev'n the billows of the sea,
Ev'n the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art
In sweet music is such art
Killing care and grief of heart.
Killing care and grief of heart.
Fall asleep or hearing, die.
Fall asleep or hearing, die.
 
</poem>
 
 
 


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CPDL #23138: Network.png 
Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2011-02-13).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 85 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback. Free registration at external website required for PDF download.

General Information

Title: Orpheus with his lute
Composer: Lord Mornington

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description: From Warren's nineteenth "Collection of Catches, Canons and Glees".

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves while he did sing.
To his music plants and flowers ever sprung
As sun and flowers there had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play
Ev'n the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art
Killing care and grief of heart.
Fall asleep or hearing, die.