Difference between revisions of "Eventide (Franz Wilhelm Abt)"
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| + | {{Vs|1}} The sun is down, the evening come, | ||
| + | The weary toilers all at home; | ||
| + | And grateful calmness, peace, and rest, | ||
| + | Succeed to day's distracting haste. | ||
| + | The woods are hushed, and hushed the vale, | ||
| + | The birds' accustomed voices fail; | ||
| + | The very flow'rs are fall'n asleep, | ||
| + | To wake no more till day shall peep. | ||
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| + | {{Vs|2}} E'en now descends the cooling dew, | ||
| + | Each blade and leave to bless anew; | ||
| + | Amid the flow'rs light breezes play, | ||
| + | And steal their richest scents away; | ||
| + | With glist'ning eye, the evening star | ||
| + | Beholds the silent world afar; | ||
| + | And very flow'rs are fall'n asleep, | ||
| + | To wake no more till day shall sleep. | ||
| + | }} | ||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2019-12-29) CPDL #56438:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-29). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Eventide
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Lyricist: John Troutbeck
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 341
Description: Translation of a poem by August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben.
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Original text and translations
English text
1 The sun is down, the evening come,
The weary toilers all at home;
And grateful calmness, peace, and rest,
Succeed to day's distracting haste.
The woods are hushed, and hushed the vale,
The birds' accustomed voices fail;
The very flow'rs are fall'n asleep,
To wake no more till day shall peep.
2 E'en now descends the cooling dew,
Each blade and leave to bless anew;
Amid the flow'rs light breezes play,
And steal their richest scents away;
With glist'ning eye, the evening star
Beholds the silent world afar;
And very flow'rs are fall'n asleep,
To wake no more till day shall sleep.
