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Frederic Cliffe
1857 - 1931
Great Britain, England
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F. Cliffe
Frederic Cliffe (02/05/1857 19/11/1931) was an English composer. Cliffe was born in Bradford, Yorkshire. As a youth, he showed a promising musical aptitude and was enrolled as a scholar of the National Training School for Music, the parent of the Royal College of Music, under its first Principal Arthur Sullivan.[1] From 1884 to 1931 he held the post of Professor of Piano at the Royal College of Music.[1] Among his pupils were John Ireland and Arthur Benjamin. Cliffe had a short career as a composer from 1889 to 1905. His principal works were two Symphonies, the first of which was produced at The Crystal Palace in 1889, and subsequently performed at a Philharmonic concert, being well received on each occasion, with The Daily Telegraph hailing it as "a masterpiece". Although not overtly programmatic, its first movement was influenced by a visit to Norway by Cliffe. It was published by Novello. His Second Symphony had its first performance at the Leeds Festival in 1892. Cliffe gave titles to each of its movements: I. At Sunset. II. Night. III. Fairy Revels. IV. Morning. It has been edited (2010) by Lionel Harrison and published by Patrick Meadows. His 'scena', The Triumph of Alcestis, for contralto voice and orchestra, was composed for Clara Butt. After that seventeen-year period of composing substantial works, he had no record of further major composition and his works received few subsequent performances during his lifetime. Cliffe died in London, aged 74.
A requiem - When I am dead my dearest
Period:Expressionism
Composed in:1902
Musical form:song
Text/libretto:Christina (Georgina) Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
Song "When I am dead, my dearest", published 1902, for voice and piano, from Two Merry Songs and Two Sad Songs.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Christina Rossetti
(from Goblin Market and other Poems, published 1862)
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