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*[[To fair Fidelia's grassy tomb (Anonymous)|Anonymous]] SAB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[To fair Fidelia's grassy tomb (Anonymous)|Anonymous]] SAB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (Thomas Arne)|Thomas Arne]] SATB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[Thomas Arne]]
**[[To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (air) (Thomas Arne)|Air]] Solo high
**[[To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (glee) (Thomas Arne)|Glee]] SATB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (Benjamin Cooke)|Benjamin Cooke]] SATB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (Benjamin Cooke)|Benjamin Cooke]] SATB (vv.1, 4-6)
*[[To fairest Delia's grassy tomb (William Jackson of Exeter)|William Jackson (of Exeter)]] solo high (vv.1-4,6,5)(To fairest Delia's tomb...)
*[[To fairest Delia's grassy tomb (William Jackson of Exeter)|William Jackson (of Exeter)]] solo high (vv.1-4,6,5)(To fairest Delia's tomb...)

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General information

A text by William Collins. It is frequently referred to as the Dirge from Cymbeline, since it was frequently inserted into the Shakespeare play in eighteenth century productions.

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Text and translations

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1 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.

2 No wailing ghost shall dare appear,
To vex, with shrieks, this quiet grove;
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their loves.

3 No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead the nightly crew;
But female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress the grove with pearly dew.

 

4 The redbreast oft, at evening hours,
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

 

5 Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till pity's self be dead.

6 When howling winds and beating rain
In tempest shake the sylvan cell;
Or 'midst the chase, on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.

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