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For 4 clarinets
Title by uploader: The long day closes for 4 clarinets
Instrumentation |
Clarinet |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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
Title by uploader: The long day closes for recorder quartet
Instrumentation |
Tenor Recorder, Soprano Recorder, Alto Recorder, Bass Recorder |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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 flute quartet
Title by uploader: The long day closes for flute quartet
Instrumentation |
Flute, Alto Flute, Bass Flute |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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
Title by uploader: The long day closes for clarinet quartet
Instrumentation |
Clarinet, Bass Clarinet |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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
Title by uploader: The long day closes for saxophone quartet
Instrumentation |
Alto Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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
Title by uploader: The long day closes for wind quartet
Instrumentation |
Flute, Clarinet, Bassoon, Oboe |
Scored for |
Quartet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Easy |
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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