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*{{PostedDate|2023-10-12}} {{CPDLno|76280}} [[Media:ELGAR_EveScene.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:ELGAR_EveScene.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | |||
{{Editor|David Anderson|2023-10-12}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|730}}{{Copy|Personal}} | |||
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* {{PostedDate| 2020-11-13}} {{CPDLno|61358}} [[Media:Evening_Scene.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Evening_Scene.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Evening_Scene.mxl|{{XML}}]] | * {{PostedDate| 2020-11-13}} {{CPDLno|61358}} [[Media:Evening_Scene.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Evening_Scene.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Evening_Scene.mxl|{{XML}}]] | ||
{{Editor|Miguel Jesus|2020-11-13}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|179}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Miguel Jesus|2020-11-13}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|179}}{{Copy|CPDL}} |
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-12). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 730 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Miguel Jesus (submitted 2020-11-13). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 179 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Burkhart M. Schürmann (submitted 2013-06-18). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 116 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: Evening Scene "The sheep-bell tolleth curfew time"
Composer: Edward Elgar
Lyricist: Coventry Patmore
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1905 Novello and Co.
Description: "In Memory of R. G. W. Howson"
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Original text and translations
English text
1 The sheep-bell tolleth curfew-time;
The gnats, a busy rout,
Fleck the warm air; the dismal owl
Shouteth a sleepy shout;
The voiceless bat, more felt than seen,
Is flitting round about.
2 The aspen leaflets scarcely stir:
The river seems to think:
Athwart the dusk, broad primroses
Look coldly from the brink,
Where, list'ning to the freshet's noise,
The quiet cattle drink.
3 The bees boom past, the white moths rise
Like spirits from the ground;
The gray flies hum their weary tune,
A distant-dream-like sound;
And far, far off to the slumb'rous eve,
Bayeth an old guard-hound.