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For spoken voice and bassoon (french text)
Название пользователя: A Cassandre for spoken voice and bassoon
Инструменты |
Фагот, Чтец |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура для двух исполнителей |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Язык |
Французский |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
2'30 |
Setting of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
for speaking voice and bassoon
In the sound sample the poem is spoken in modern French by my father S N Solomons
who also created an English version as shown below
The bassoon part is based on the song "To Cassandra" for alto and guitar, using my father's
translation, which is also available on this site
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Ô vrayment marastre Nature,
Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse :
Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir vostre beauté.
[English translation by SN Solomons]
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.]
For spoken voice and bassoon (english text)
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for spoken voice and bassoon
Инструменты |
Фагот, Чтец |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура для двух исполнителей |
Автор текста |
Pierre de Ronsard |
Переводчик |
Stanley Solomons |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Язык |
Английский |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
2'30 |
Setting of my father's translation of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
for speaking voice and bassoon
In the sound sample the poem is spoken by my father S N Solomons
The bassoon part is based on the song "To Cassandra" for alto and guitar, which is also
available on this site
[English translation by SN Solomons]
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.
[Ronsard's original poem]
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Ô vrayment marastre Nature,
Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse :
Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir vostre beauté.
For flute and spoken voice (french version)
Название пользователя: A Cassandre for flute and spoken voice (French version)
Инструменты |
Флейта, Чтец |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура для двух исполнителей |
Автор текста |
Pierre de Ronsard |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Язык |
Французский |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Время звучания |
2'30 |
Год создания |
2017 |
Setting of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
for speaking voice and flute
In the sound sample the poem is spoken in modern French by my father S N Solomons
who also created an English version as shown below
The flute part is based on the song "To Cassandra" for alto and guitar, using my father's
translation, which is also available on this site
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Ô vrayment marastre Nature,
Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse :
Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir vostre beauté.
[English translation by SN Solomons]
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.]
For flute and spoken voice (english version)
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for flute and spoken voice (English version)
Инструменты |
Флейта, Чтец |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура для двух исполнителей |
Автор текста |
Pierre de Ronsard |
Переводчик |
Stanley Solomons |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Язык |
Английский |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Время звучания |
2'30 |
Год создания |
2017 |
Setting of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
for speaking voice and flute
In the sound sample the poem is spoken by my father S N Solomons
The flute part is based on the song "To Cassandra" for alto and guitar, using my father's
translation, which is also available on this site
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Ô vrayment marastre Nature,
Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse :
Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir vostre beauté.
[English translation by SN Solomons]
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.]
For 8 cellos
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for 8 cellos
Инструменты |
Виолончель |
Состав исполнителей |
Октет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Год создания |
2019 |
Жанр |
Классика/Инструментальная |
This is an extension of my vocal setting of my father's translation of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.
(c) S N Solomons
The pdf file contains score and parts
The sound sample is performed by The Budapest Scoring Cellos
Video of the performance:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1I1azP4gDoQ
For flute octet or flute choir
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for flute octet or flute choir
Инструменты |
Флейта, Флейта пикколо, Альтовая флейта, Бас-флейта |
Состав исполнителей |
Октет, Ансамбль духовых инструментов |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Год создания |
2019 |
Жанр |
Классика/Инструментальная |
This is an instrumental extension of my vocal setting of my father's translation of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.
(c) S N Solomons
The pdf file contains score and parts
The sound sample is an electronic preview
For clarinet octet or clarinet choir
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for clarinet octet or clarinet choir
Инструменты |
Кларнет, Бас-кларнет, Альт-кларнет |
Состав исполнителей |
Октет, Ансамбль духовых инструментов |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Год создания |
2019 |
Жанр |
Классика/Инструментальная |
This is an instrumental extension of my vocal setting of my father's translation of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.
(c) S N Solomons
The pdf file contains score and parts
The sound sample is an electronic preview
For wind octet
Название пользователя: To Cassandra for wind octet
Инструменты |
Флейта, Кларнет, Фагот, Гобой |
Состав исполнителей |
Октет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Год создания |
2019 |
Жанр |
Классика/Инструментальная |
This is an instrumental extension of my vocal setting of my father's translation of Ronsard's poem "A Cassandre"
Darling, come see the rose so red,
Which this morn timidly had spread
Her mantle to the eye of day.
Come see if she has lost this e'en
Her crimson pleated robe's soft sheen,
That same blush which on your cheek plays.
See how in but a paltry hour
She has let fall her ailing flower.
Her beauty lies there in the dust!
Alas! How cruel is Mother Nature,
Since such a blossom can endure
Only from trembling dawn to dusk.
Darling you must indeed believe,
Whilst innocence within you cleaves
The bud and blooms in purity,
Garner the gifts of tender youth,
For, like this flower, age in sooth
Will sadly spoil and tarnish beauty.
(c) S N Solomons
The pdf file contains score and parts
The sound sample is an electronic preview
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