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For 4 clarinets
Название пользователя: The long day closes for 4 clarinets
Инструменты |
Кларнет |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
For recorder quartet
Название пользователя: The long day closes for recorder quartet
Инструменты |
Блокфлейта тенор, Блокфлейта сопрано, Блокфлейта альт, Блокфлейта бас |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
Для квартета флейт
Название пользователя: The long day closes for flute quartet
Инструменты |
Флейта, Альтовая флейта, Бас-флейта |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
For clarinet quartet
Название пользователя: The long day closes for clarinet quartet
Инструменты |
Кларнет, Бас-кларнет |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
For saxophone quartet
Название пользователя: The long day closes for saxophone quartet
Инструменты |
Саксофон альт, Саксофон тенор, Саксофон баритон, Саксофон сопрано |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
For wind quartet
Название пользователя: The long day closes for wind quartet
Инструменты |
Флейта, Кларнет, Фагот, Гобой |
Состав исполнителей |
Квартет |
Тип нот |
Партитура, Партии |
Аранжировщик |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Издатель |
Дэвид Соломонс |
Уровень сложности |
Легко |
Instrumental arrangement of Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous choral piece.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The original words (by Henry Chorley) are:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mist creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.
Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.
The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly.
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.
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