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{{Editor|John Henry Fowler|2008-03-11}}'''Score information:''' A4, 4 pages, 62 kbytes   {{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' MIDI: 11 KB, Sib4: 48 KB.
:'''Edition notes:''' MIDI: 11 KB, Sib4: 48 KB.

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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-11).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 62 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: MIDI: 11 KB, Sib4: 48 KB.
Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 2000-03-20).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 66 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.

General Information

Title: Music, When Soft Voices Die
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Percy Bysshe Shelley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1897

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Original text and translations

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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Life within the sense they quicken,
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
are heaped, heaped for the beloved's bed;
and so thy thoughts, when thou art gone.
Love itself shall slumber on.