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The hours creep on apace

Opera details:

Opera title:

H.M.S. Pinafore

Composer:

Arthur Sullivan

Language:

English

Synopsis:

H.M.S. Pinafore Synopsis

Libretto:

H.M.S. Pinafore Libretto

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Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Josephine

Voice(s):

Soprano

Act:

2

Previous scene: Fair moon to thee I sing
Next scene: A many years ago

H.M.S. Pinafore: Act II, "The Hours Creep on Apace"

Singer: Ella Halman

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H.M.S. Pinafore: Act II, "The Hours Creep on Apace" Arthur Sullivan William Schwenck Gilbert Isidore Godfrey The D'Oyly Carte Opera Chorus The D'Oyly Carte Opera Orchestra Martyn Green Leslie Rands Leonard Osborn Darrell Fancourt Richard Walker Radley Flynn Muriel Harding Joan Gillingham Ella Halman

Gilbert & Sullivan: H.M.S. Pinafore

? 2011 Regis Records

Released on: 2002-01-01

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

The hours creep on apace,
My guilty heart is quaking!
Oh, that I might retrace
The step that I am taking!
Its folly it were easy to be showing,
What I am giving up and whither going.
On the one hand, papa's luxurious home,
Hung with ancestral armour and old brasses,
Carved oak and tapestry from distant Rome,
Rare "blue and white" Venetian finger-glasses,
Rich oriental rugs, luxurious sofa pillows,
And everything that isn't old, from Gillow's.
And on the other, a dark and dingy room,
In some back street with stuffy children crying,
Where organs yell, and clacking housewives fume,
And clothes are hanging out all day a-drying.
With one cracked looking-glass to see your face in,
And dinner served up in a pudding basin!

A simple sailor, lowly born,
Unlettered and unknown,
Who toils for bread from early morn
Till half the night has flown!
No golden rank can he impart--
No wealth of house or land--
No fortune save his trusty heart
And honest brown right hand!
And yet he is so wondrous fair
That love for one so passing rare,
So peerless in his manly beauty,
Were little else than solemn duty!
Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say,
Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey!

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