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Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2009-06-07).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 82 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: With sighs, sweet rose
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Elizabeth Jane Madden

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: ATTB

Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella (originally). Piano accompaniment added by William Horsley (1774-1858).

Published: Not known

Description: A four part glee showing the influence of Haydn and Mozart. The alto part was composed for the singer and composer William Knyvett

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Original text and translations

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With sighs, sweet rose, I mark thy faded form,
So late bedecked with many a flow'ret gay;
Thy tender frame has shrunk beneath the storm,
And all thy charms are verging to decay.
Yet whilst I mourn, loved plant, thy early doom,
Poor hapless victim of the pitying shower,
Reflection whispers, then again shall bloom,
And joyful feel the sun's reviving power;
Returning spring thy beauties shall renew,
Again the breeze shall waft thy sweets along;
Thy fragrant flowers, enchanting to the view,
Shall live for ever in the poet's song;
Whilst I, with unavailing tears, deplore,
Dear happy hours that can return no more.