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==Music files==
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''How bright in the Maytime''<br>
{{Title|''How bright in the Maytime''}}
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Lyricist|Mrs Newnham}}
{{Lyricist|Mrs Newnham}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{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.


'''Description:''' 298
{{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.


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{{Vs|3}} No porter to warn us,
 
No gardener to scorn us,
==Original text and translations==
With threatening call.
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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.
}}


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  • (Posted 2019-12-05)  CPDL #56178:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-05).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 100 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: How bright in the Maytime
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist: Mrs Newnham

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

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.png 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.