Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul (John Wall Callcott)

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  • CPDL #16932:        (Sibelius 5)
Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2008-05-17).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 92 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Oh! sovereign of the willing soul
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: ATTB

Genre: SecularGlee

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

First published: c1786

Description: A four part glee, the first composed by Callcott at the age of 19

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Second stanza of The Progress Of Poesy: a Pindaric Ode

[Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
The laughing flowers, that round them blow,
Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
Now the rich stream of music winds along
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
Now rolling down the steep amain,
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour:
The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.]

Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares
And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War,
Has curb'd the fury of his car,
And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command.
Perching on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king
With ruffled plumes and flagging wing:
Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.


Note: Bracketed text not part of the musical setting