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Для кларнета и гитары
Название пользователя: To Idleness for clarinet and guitar
Инструменты |
Кларнет, Классическая гитара |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
4'20 |
Instrumental duo based on my setting of Dave Dunning's poem To Idleness.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
These are the words of the original poem:
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
once when the fresh
new spring was here
I lavished though
to sow the year
oh dreaming seasons
never interfere
with worldly bounty,
scorned the prudent song
and prayed March winds
to buffet time along
Soon in the heat
of summer haze
I floundered on
through deep green maize,
where heavy herds
lowed as they grazed,
I saw that I would
reap in thought
among the rich;
and time moved on
with busy song,
now in the heat of summer
Now winter creeps
between the sashes
and rain upon
the window lashes
while wild wind moans
round rafters dashes
and I to annual
poverty belong,
yet know that spring
flows richly on in song
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
Для флейты и гитары
Название пользователя: To Idleness for flute and guitar
Инструменты |
Флейта, Классическая гитара |
Состав исполнителей |
Дуэт |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
4'20 |
Instrumental duo based on my setting of Dave Dunning's poem To Idleness.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
These are the words of the original poem:
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
once when the fresh
new spring was here
I lavished though
to sow the year
oh dreaming seasons
never interfere
with worldly bounty,
scorned the prudent song
and prayed March winds
to buffet time along
Soon in the heat
of summer haze
I floundered on
through deep green maize,
where heavy herds
lowed as they grazed,
I saw that I would
reap in thought
among the rich;
and time moved on
with busy song,
now in the heat of summer
Now winter creeps
between the sashes
and rain upon
the window lashes
while wild wind moans
round rafters dashes
and I to annual
poverty belong,
yet know that spring
flows richly on in song
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
For wind quartet and guitar
Название пользователя: To Idleness for wind quartet and guitar
Инструменты |
Флейта, Кларнет, Фагот, Гобой, Классическая гитара |
Состав исполнителей |
Квинтет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
4'15 |
Instrumental quintet based on my choral setting of Dave Dunning's poem To Idleness.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
These are the words of the original poem:
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
once when the fresh
new spring was here
I lavished though
to sow the year
oh dreaming seasons
never interfere
with worldly bounty,
scorned the prudent song
and prayed March winds
to buffet time along
Soon in the heat
of summer haze
I floundered on
through deep green maize,
where heavy herds
lowed as they grazed,
I saw that I would
reap in thought
among the rich;
and time moved on
with busy song,
now in the heat of summer
Now winter creeps
between the sashes
and rain upon
the window lashes
while wild wind moans
round rafters dashes
and I to annual
poverty belong,
yet know that spring
flows richly on in song
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
For string quartet and guitar
Название пользователя: To Idleness for string quartet and guitar
Инструменты |
Скрипка, Альт, Виолончель, Классическая гитара |
Состав исполнителей |
Квинтет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Средний уровень |
Время звучания |
4'15 |
Instrumental quintet based on my choral setting of Dave Dunning's poem To Idleness.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
These are the words of the original poem:
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
once when the fresh
new spring was here
I lavished though
to sow the year
oh dreaming seasons
never interfere
with worldly bounty,
scorned the prudent song
and prayed March winds
to buffet time along
Soon in the heat
of summer haze
I floundered on
through deep green maize,
where heavy herds
lowed as they grazed,
I saw that I would
reap in thought
among the rich;
and time moved on
with busy song,
now in the heat of summer
Now winter creeps
between the sashes
and rain upon
the window lashes
while wild wind moans
round rafters dashes
and I to annual
poverty belong,
yet know that spring
flows richly on in song
When autumn harvests
are full grown
and luscious fruits
to me are shown,
piled plump and rich
till stomachs groan
when autumn harvests
are full grown
ripe juices puddle
on the tongue,
and winter I forget
in gurgling song.
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