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*{{PostedDate|2023-11-14}} {{CPDLno|77315}} [[Media:MACKENZIE_8_3_Autumn.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:MACKENZIE_8_3_Autumn.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | |||
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*{{PostedDate| 2020-01-01}} {{CPDLno|56478}} [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.capx|{{Capx}}]] | *{{PostedDate| 2020-01-01}} {{CPDLno|56478}} [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:Autumn_Mackenzie.capx|{{Capx}}]] | ||
{{Editor|James Gibb|2020-01-01}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|8|118}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|James Gibb|2020-01-01}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|8|118}}{{Copy|CPDL}} |
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-14). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 384 kB Copyright: Personal
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-01). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Autumn
Composer: Alexander Campbell Mackenzie
Lyricist: Nathaniel A. Haven
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard
First published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 353
Description: Part Songs for Mixed voices, Opus 8, No. 3
Setting of vv.2 & 4 of a longer poem.
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Original text and translations
English text
Autumn! I love thy bower
With faded garlands drest:
How sweet, alone to linger there,
When tempests ride the midnight air!
To snatch from mirth a fleeting hour,
The sabbath of the breast!
Autumn! thy fading flowers
Droop but to bloom again;
So man, though doom’d to grief awhile,
To hang on fortune’s fickle smile,
Shall glow in heaven with nobler powers,
Nor sigh for peace in vain.