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John Wall Callcott
(1766 - 1821)
When Daphne died
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the twenty-sixth collection.
Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
When Daphne died the sylvans sighed sore,
And ev'ry Naiad on her oozy bed;
The fauns and fairies their light dance forbore,
Whilst Pan, the flocks and fields forsaking, fled.
Sad Venus wept, sad wept the Graces all,
And Phœbus, with the Muses, mourn'd her fall.
No voice was heard along the dreary plain,
None but the sighing wind and weeping rain.
When Daphne died the sylvans sighed sore,
And ev'ry Naiad on her oozy bed;
The fauns and fairies their light dance forbore,
Whilst Pan, the flocks and fields forsaking, fled.
Sad Venus wept, sad wept the Graces all,
And Phœbus, with the Muses, mourn'd her fall.
No voice was heard along the dreary plain,
None but the sighing wind and weeping rain.