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James Hook
(1746 - 1827)
Hedsor Dale
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Horns,2 Flutes,2 Violins,Viola,'Cello,Keyboard)
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Hedsor Dale
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Horns,2 Flutes,2 Violins,Viola,'Cello,Keyboard)
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148668 : Hook : Hedsor Dale : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
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Written for performance at Vauxhall; Mr (?William) Darley was the first singer. The keyboard part is an editorial condensation of the orchestral parts, and the song may be performed with this accompaniment alone.
Lyrics: T. C. Rickman
Each fluent bard, replete with wit,
In equal numbers shines,
And sweetly flows some fancied name
To grace his polish'd lines.
He calls the Muses to his aid;
In verse he tells his am'rous tale.
Be thou my muse, my much-lov'd maid,
The fairest flow'r of Hedsor Dale.
I feel the warm, the pleasing fire,
Within my bosom roll,
And purest love, and chaste desire,
Steal softly on my soul:
In vain I would the flame conceal,
And hide those cares my heart assail;
My talk and looks and sighs prevail,
I love the flow'r of Hedsor Dale.
What pity that a nymph so fair
With winning shape and face,
Should be devoted to some clown,
Or rustic's rude embrace!
That form demands a better fate:
Sweet hope, perhaps I can prevail;
I'll try before it is too late,
To cull the flow'r of Hedsor Dale.
Each fluent bard, replete with wit,
In equal numbers shines,
And sweetly flows some fancied name
To grace his polish'd lines.
He calls the Muses to his aid;
In verse he tells his am'rous tale.
Be thou my muse, my much-lov'd maid,
The fairest flow'r of Hedsor Dale.
I feel the warm, the pleasing fire,
Within my bosom roll,
And purest love, and chaste desire,
Steal softly on my soul:
In vain I would the flame conceal,
And hide those cares my heart assail;
My talk and looks and sighs prevail,
I love the flow'r of Hedsor Dale.
What pity that a nymph so fair
With winning shape and face,
Should be devoted to some clown,
Or rustic's rude embrace!
That form demands a better fate:
Sweet hope, perhaps I can prevail;
I'll try before it is too late,
To cull the flow'r of Hedsor Dale.