Though from thy bank of velvet torn (John Wall Callcott)

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  • CPDL #17365:        (Sibelius 5)
Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2008-06-28).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 79 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Corrected 2008-06-29. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Though from thy bank of velvet torn
Composer: John Wall Callcott

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: ATTB
Genre: SecularGlee

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

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Description: A 4 part glee, showing the influence of Haydn and Mozart

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

To a Violet

by Thomas Russell (1762-1788), adapted from first two stanzas
of “An ein Veilchen” by Christian Felix Weisse (1726-1804)

Though from thy bank of velvet torn,
Hang not, fair flower, thy drooping crest;
On Delia's bosom shalt thou find
A softer sweeter bed of rest.
Though from mild Zephyr's kiss no more
Ambrosial balms thou shalt inhale,
Her gentle breath, whene'er she sighs,
Shall fan thee with a purer gale.
[But thou be grateful for that bliss
For which in vain a thousand burn,
And, as thou stealest sweets from her,
Give back thy choicest in return.]

Note: lines in square brackets not used in Callcott’s setting
 

German.png German text

(the original text from which Russell's poem is adapted)

An ein Veilchen
By Christian Felix Weisse (1726-1804)

Mein Veilchen, laß die Schmeicheleyen
Des jungen Zephyrs dich nicht reuen,
Du unsrer Gärten erste Zier!
Dich soll ein schöner Loos beglücken;
Den schönsten Busen sollst du schmücken,
Und alle Grazien mit dir.

Ja, an dem Busen vom Selinden
Sollst du den stolzen Wohnplatz finden!
Für Freuden, seh ich, zitterst du?
Hier laß dich stolzre Blumen neiden,
Und duft ihr dankbar alle Freuden
Der süßesten Gerüche zu.

Geh hin zu ihren schönen Händen!
Durch dich, mein Glücke zu vollenden,
Sey ihr mein treues Herz erklärt!
Umsonst! wie könnte dieß geschehen?
Wie bald! wie bald wirst du vergehen,
Da ewig meine Liebe währt!