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Samuel Howard
(c.1710 - 1782)
Amanda
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Viola,Continuo)
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Amanda
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Viola,Continuo)
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148295 : Howard : Amanda : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
Sung at Ranelagh pleasure gardens, and publ. 1754.
This edition is available with the full string accompaniment, or with a keyboard reduction of the string parts.
This edition is available with the full string accompaniment, or with a keyboard reduction of the string parts.
Lyrics: Anon
By the dew-besprinkled rose,
By the blackbird piping clear,
By the Western gale that blows
Fragrance on the vernal year;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
Nor let him longer sigh in vain.
By the cowslip clad in gold,
By the silver lily's light,
By those meads, where you behold
Nature, rob'd in green and white;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
And to his sighs, oh, sigh again.
By the riv'let's rambling race,
By the music that it makes,
By bright Sol's inverted face,
Who for the stream his sky forsakes;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
And into joy convert his pain.
By the dew-besprinkled rose,
By the blackbird piping clear,
By the Western gale that blows
Fragrance on the vernal year;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
Nor let him longer sigh in vain.
By the cowslip clad in gold,
By the silver lily's light,
By those meads, where you behold
Nature, rob'd in green and white;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
And to his sighs, oh, sigh again.
By the riv'let's rambling race,
By the music that it makes,
By bright Sol's inverted face,
Who for the stream his sky forsakes;
Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain,
And into joy convert his pain.