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  • (Posted 2017-11-22)  CPDL #47656:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-11-22).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Heraclitus, Op. 110, No. 4
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: William Johnson Cory

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

William Cory (1823–1892) (Based on an epigramme by Callimachus)