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All clean, all smooth, the field so white | |||
Reflects the genial sunbeam bright; | |||
Blue ether's sharp and stilly. | |||
And clear as glass, | |||
gleams, where we pass, | |||
The meadow's surface chilly. | |||
The dusky pine-bough bends down low, | |||
And threatens, with its weight of snow, | |||
The wanderer to cover. | |||
Crisp to his tread, a diamond bed, | |||
With pain, he travels over. | |||
Good speed! upon the solid rime, | |||
The snowclad hill I swiftly climb; | |||
Look joyously around me, | |||
And praise his might | |||
Who makes so bright | |||
The silver plains which bound me. | |||
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Revision as of 10:42, 29 November 2019
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-29). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 87 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: The Winter song
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist:
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. 10, no. 299
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
All clean, all smooth, the field so white
Reflects the genial sunbeam bright;
Blue ether's sharp and stilly.
And clear as glass,
gleams, where we pass,
The meadow's surface chilly.
The dusky pine-bough bends down low,
And threatens, with its weight of snow,
The wanderer to cover.
Crisp to his tread, a diamond bed,
With pain, he travels over.
Good speed! upon the solid rime,
The snowclad hill I swiftly climb;
Look joyously around me,
And praise his might
Who makes so bright
The silver plains which bound me.