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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
Fair the op'ning lily blows,
Fair the op'ning lily blows,
Sweet the fragrant citron grows  
Sweet the fragrant citron grows  
Which perfumes the eastern grove.
Which perfumes the eastern grove.
Say! Can aught with these compare?
Say! Can aught with these compare?
Oh much fairer, sweeter far,
Oh much fairer, sweeter far,
Bloom the charms of her I love.
Bloom the charms of her I love.
</poem>


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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2010-04-21).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 81 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Click on the file link to download a PDF and/or to preview/playback the score.

General Information

Title: The love rapture
Composer: Thomas Arne

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: ATTB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1767

Description: From Warren's third collection of canons, catches and glees. The Monthly Review, July 1767 reviewed a similar collection and mentioned this particular glee in the following terms: "The mere reader will doubtless be disappointed if he expects to find any degree of entertainment in this sing-song collection above that which he ordinarily meets with in the production of our garden-muses. As an example, what can be more namby-pambyish than the following glee?"

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Original text and translations

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Fair the op'ning lily blows,
Sweet the fragrant citron grows
Which perfumes the eastern grove.
Say! Can aught with these compare?
Oh much fairer, sweeter far,
Bloom the charms of her I love.