Almost every single word in their scores needs a carefull look, if only to\u00a0recognize the remarkable fact that in some cases even the shape of their\u00a0letters is tale-telling. Such a look demands to reproduce at this spot the\u00a0complete wordsequence. Which, as it happens, occurs to be less easy than one\u00a0should expect; in spite of leaving out nothing but a few irrelevancies, this\u00a0transcription from the 1995 Galliard-edition is all but complete:<\/p>\n
George Herbert————————————————-<\/span>Ralph Vaughan Williams<\/span><\/p>\n Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,<\/em> Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses,<\/em> Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Copyright 1913 by Stainer & Bell Ltd.<\/span><\/p>\n —<\/span><\/p>\n Words from Shakespeare\u2019s \u201cOthello\u201d————-<\/span>Music by Ralph Vaughan Williams<\/span><\/p>\n The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,<\/em> Copyright 1913 by Joseph Williams Limited.<\/span><\/p>\n —<\/span><\/p>\n William Shakespeare———————————————<\/span>Ralp Vaughan Williams<\/span><\/p>\n O mistress mine! where are you roaming?<\/em> What is love? \u2018t is not hereafter;<\/em> Copyright 1913 Ralph Vaughan Williams assigned to Stainer & Bell Ltd. —<\/span><\/p>\n —<\/span><\/p>\n go to next chapter<\/a>\u00a0– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –<\/span>\u00a0back to the previous chapter<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Almost every single word in their scores needs a carefull look, if only to\u00a0recognize the remarkable fact that in some cases even the shape of their\u00a0letters is tale-telling. Such a look demands to reproduce at this spot the\u00a0complete wordsequence. Which, … Continue reading
\nThe bridal of the earth and sky,<\/em>
\nThe dew shall weep thy fall tonight;<\/em>
\n——-<\/span>For thou must die.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\nA box where sweets compacte<\/em>d lie,<\/em>
\nMy music shows ye have your closes,<\/em>
\n——-<\/span>And all must die. \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\nLike\u00a0seasoned timber, never gives;
\nBut though the whole world turn to coal,
\n——-<\/span>Then chiefly lives.<\/em>\u00a0<\/i><\/span><\/p>\nTHREE ELIZABETHAN PART SONGS
\nII<\/h4>\nThe Willow Song<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\n——-<\/span>Sing all a green willow;<\/em>
\nHer hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,<\/em>
\n——-<\/span>Sing, willow, willow, willow:<\/em>
\nThe fresh streams ran by her, and murmur\u2019d her moans;<\/em>
\n——-<\/span>Sing, willow, willow, willow;<\/em>
\nHer salt tears fell from her, and soften\u2019d the stones;<\/em>
\n——-<\/span>Sing, willow, willow, willow:<\/em>
\nSing all a green willow must be my garland.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\nTHREE ELIZABETHAN PART SONGS
\nIII<\/h4>\nO MISTRESS MINE<\/strong><\/h4>\n
\nO! stay and hear; your true love\u2019s coming,<\/em>
\n—–<\/span>That can sing both high and low.<\/em>
\nTrip no further, pretty sweeting;<\/em>
\nJourneys end in lovers meeting,<\/em>
\n—–<\/span>Every wise man\u2019s son doth know.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\nPresent mirth hath present laughter;<\/em>
\n—–<\/span>What\u2019s to come is still unsure:<\/em>
\nIn delay there lies no plenty;<\/em>
\nThen come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,<\/em>
\n—–<\/span>Youth\u2019s a stuff will not endure.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/p>\n