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Peter Warlock - The Night

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Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep
To me when my tired eyelids close
Give thou repose

And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead day's requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie
Soft lullaby

Let them that guard the hornèd moon
By my bedside their memories croon
So shall I have new dreams and blest
In my brief rest

Fold your great wings about my face
Hide dawning from my resting-placе
And cheat me with your false dеlight
Most Holy Night
 
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The British music critic Philip Heseltine (1894-1930) used the pseudonym of “Peter Warlock” for all his published efforts as a composer. After a failed career as a student, Heseltine fell into music criticism and became known as a combative critic under his own name. He also gained a reputation as an exhibitionist and student of Celtic culture and occult practices. The name of Peter Warlock came about as a result of the latter.

Most of Warlock’s music is for the human voice, either solo or choral, although his orchestral Capriol Suite is one of his most popular works. Heseltine died as a result of asphyxiation from coal gas, a probable suicide.