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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Fear no more the heat of the sun
(S./T.2Hn.2Vn.Vc.Kbd.)
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Fear no more the heat of the sun
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Arne's setting of the dirge from Cymbeline.
Alternative horn parts are provided in G (Arne's specification) and in F. The keyboard realisation is a condensation of the string parts, allowing the piece to be realised by voice and keyboard without other instruments.
Alternative horn parts are provided in G (Arne's specification) and in F. The keyboard realisation is a condensation of the string parts, allowing the piece to be realised by voice and keyboard without other instruments.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare.
Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter's blast;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
And the dream of life is past.
Golden lads and girls all must
Follow thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Death does mock the tyrant foe;
Happiest is the early fate,
Misery with time does grow.
Monarchs, sages, peasants must
Follow thee and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee,
No spell or witchcraft charm thee;
Grim ghost unlaid forbear thee,
The fairy elves be near thee.
Quiet consummation have,
Unremoved be thy grave.
Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter's blast;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
And the dream of life is past.
Golden lads and girls all must
Follow thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Death does mock the tyrant foe;
Happiest is the early fate,
Misery with time does grow.
Monarchs, sages, peasants must
Follow thee and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee,
No spell or witchcraft charm thee;
Grim ghost unlaid forbear thee,
The fairy elves be near thee.
Quiet consummation have,
Unremoved be thy grave.