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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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{{Editor|James Gibb|2019-12-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|100}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|James Gibb|2019-12-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|100}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''How bright in the Maytime''}} | |||
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}} | {{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Mrs Newnham}} | {{Lyricist|Mrs Newnham}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Keyboard}} | {{Instruments|Keyboard}} | ||
{{Pub|1|}} | {{Pub|1|1863|}} | ||
{{Pub|2|1877|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10]]''|no=298}} | |||
{{Descr| }} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | |||
{{Text|English| | |||
{{Vs|1}} How bright in the May time | |||
Is freedom, is play-time, | |||
The forest, how bright! | |||
One's path gaily shaping, | |||
The city escaping | |||
To some breezy height. | |||
In hedge-braid ed meadows, | |||
Where cool welcome shadows | |||
With sun flecks are blent, | |||
Down lazily sinking, | |||
Deliciously drinking | |||
The lilac's rich scent. | |||
{{Vs|2}} Then onward one passes, | |||
Plucks wild flowers and grasses, | |||
And strawberries sweet; | |||
Fresh green boughs selecting, | |||
Our faces protecting | |||
From dust and from heat. | |||
Now heedlessly wander, | |||
Now pausing to ponder, | |||
The streamlet beside; | |||
Half dreaming, half waking, | |||
We watch the waves breaking, | |||
As softly they glide. | |||
{{Vs|3}} No porter to warn us, | |||
No gardener to scorn us, | |||
With threatening call. | |||
Here gold is not wanting, | |||
The field flowers enchanting, | |||
Are common to all. | |||
O freedom, how pleasant! | |||
No despot is present | |||
Sweet Nature to snare; | |||
No false-hearted flatterer, | |||
No tale-bearing chatterer, | |||
Here poisons the air. | |||
}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-05). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 100 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: How bright in the Maytime
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist: Mrs Newnham
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1863
2nd published: 1877 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 298
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1 How bright in the May time
Is freedom, is play-time,
The forest, how bright!
One's path gaily shaping,
The city escaping
To some breezy height.
In hedge-braid ed meadows,
Where cool welcome shadows
With sun flecks are blent,
Down lazily sinking,
Deliciously drinking
The lilac's rich scent.
2 Then onward one passes,
Plucks wild flowers and grasses,
And strawberries sweet;
Fresh green boughs selecting,
Our faces protecting
From dust and from heat.
Now heedlessly wander,
Now pausing to ponder,
The streamlet beside;
Half dreaming, half waking,
We watch the waves breaking,
As softly they glide.
3 No porter to warn us,
No gardener to scorn us,
With threatening call.
Here gold is not wanting,
The field flowers enchanting,
Are common to all.
O freedom, how pleasant!
No despot is present
Sweet Nature to snare;
No false-hearted flatterer,
No tale-bearing chatterer,
Here poisons the air.