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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2017-11-09}} {{CPDLno|47265}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/146838.shtml {{ | *{{PostedDate|2017-11-09}} {{CPDLno|47265}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/146838.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2017-11-09}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|39}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2017-11-09}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|39}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. | :'''Edition notes:''' Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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<poem> | |||
This bottle's the sun of our table, | |||
Whose beams are rosy wine; | |||
We, planets that are not able | |||
Without his help to shine. | |||
Put it round, | |||
Let mirth and joy abound.</poem> | |||
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[[Category:Classical music]] | [[Category:Classical music]] | ||
Revision as of 11:05, 9 November 2017
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- (Posted 2017-11-09) CPDL #47265:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2017-11-09). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 39 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: This bottle's the sun of our table
Composer: Thomas Linley the elder
Lyricist: Richard Brinsley Sheridancreate page
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: A glee from The Duenna.
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Original text and translations
English text
This bottle's the sun of our table,
Whose beams are rosy wine;
We, planets that are not able
Without his help to shine.
Put it round,
Let mirth and joy abound.