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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*'''CPDL #13478:''' [{{website|delange}}/ANGEL_OF_THE_NIGHT_(Huub_de_Lange).pdf {{extpdf}}] [{{website|delange}}/ANGEL_OF_THE_NIGHT_(Huub_de_Lange).mp3 {{extmp3}}]
{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2007-01-23}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|27|523}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2007-01-23}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|27|523}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:'''
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Angel of the Night''<br>
{{Title|''Angel of the Night''}}
{{Composer|Huub de Lange}}
{{Composer|Huub de Lange}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson|, poem 69 from "In Memoriam A.H.H."}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson|, poem 69 from "In Memoriam A.H.H."}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Secular| music}}<br>
{{Genre|Secular}}<br>
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instrumentation:''' {{OrchAcc}} (Chamber-orchestra)<br>
{{Instruments|Chamber-orchestra}}
'''Published:''' 2007<br>
{{Pub|1|2007}}
{{Descr| }}
{{#ExtWeb:}}
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:


'''Description:'''
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
I wore them like a civic crown:


'''External websites:'''
I met with scoffs, I met with scorns
From youth and babe and hoary hairs:
They call'd me in the public squares
The fool that wears a crown of thorns:


==Original text and translations==
They call'd me fool, they call'd me child:
{{Text|English}}
I found an Angel of the night;
The voice was low, the look was bright:
He look'd upon my crown and smiled:


I dream'd there would be Spring no more,<br>
He reach'd the glory of a hand,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:<br>
That seem'd to touch it into leaf:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,<br>
The voice was not the voice of grief,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:<br>
The words were hard to understand.}}
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I wander'd from the noisy town,<br>
I found a wood with thorny boughs:<br>
I took the thorns to bind my brows,<br>
I wore them like a civic crown:<br>
<br>
I met with scoffs, I met with scorns<br>
From youth and babe and hoary hairs:<br>
They call'd me in the public squares<br>
The fool that wears a crown of thorns:<br>
<br>
They call'd me fool, they call'd me child:<br>
I found an Angel of the night;<br>
The voice was low, the look was bright:<br>
He look'd upon my crown and smiled:<br>
<br>
He reach'd the glory of a hand,<br>
That seem'd to touch it into leaf:<br>
The voice was not the voice of grief,<br>
The words were hard to understand.<br>
<br>


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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2007-01-23).   Score information: A4, 27 pages, 523 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Angel of the Night
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson, poem 69 from "In Memoriam A.H.H."

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular

Language: English
Instruments: Chamber-orchestra

First published: 2007
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:

I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
I wore them like a civic crown:

I met with scoffs, I met with scorns
From youth and babe and hoary hairs:
They call'd me in the public squares
The fool that wears a crown of thorns:

They call'd me fool, they call'd me child:
I found an Angel of the night;
The voice was low, the look was bright:
He look'd upon my crown and smiled:

He reach'd the glory of a hand,
That seem'd to touch it into leaf:
The voice was not the voice of grief,
The words were hard to understand.