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{{ScoreError|Bass, bar 54, the last note (crotchet) should be E, not D, according to the Novello edition (IMSLP 379297)}} | {{ScoreError|Bass, bar 54, the last note (crotchet) should be E, not D, according to the Novello edition (IMSLP 379297)}} | ||
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- (Posted 2014-06-30) CPDL #32369:
- Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2014-06-30). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 137 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Bass, bar 54, the last note (crotchet) should be E, not D, according to the Novello edition (IMSLP 379297)
General Information
Title: The Fountain, Op. 71, No. 2
Composer: Edward Elgar
Lyricist: Henry Vaughan
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1914
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
The unthrift sun shot vital gold,
A thousand, thousand pieces;
And heav'n its azure did unfold
Chequer'd with snowy fleeces;
The air was all in spice,
And ev'ry bush
A garland wore:
Thus fed my eyes,
But all the earth lay hush,
Only a little fountain lent
Some use for ears,
And on the dumb shades language spent,
The music of her tears.