Autumn (Daniel Belknap)

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  • (Posted 2016-09-26)   CPDL #41238:   
Editor: Aaron Giles (submitted 2016-09-26).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 33 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes:
  • (Posted 2016-04-26)   CPDL #39414:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-04-26).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 71 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. Another pair of stanzas included from Johnson's ode. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2016-04-26)   CPDL #39413:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-04-26).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 72 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Another pair of stanzas included from Johnson's ode.

General Information

Title: Autumn
First Line: Twas spring, twas summer, all was gay
Composer: Daniel Belknap
Lyricist: Samuel Johnson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1800 in The Evangelical Harmony, p. 10

Description: Words to the first four lines from Samuel Johnson, Winter: An Ode; the last four lines by an unknown author, perhaps Belknap himself.

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Original text and translations

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Samuel Johnson: Autumn: An Ode (parts)
2. 'Twas spring, 'twas summer, all was gay;
Now autumn bends a cloudy brow;
The flowers of spring are swept away,
And summer-fruits desert the bough.

9. O! what remains, what lingers yet,
To cheer me in the darkening hour?
The grape remains! The friend of wit,
In love and mirth of mighty power.

11. Still, still, the jocund strain shall flow,
The pulse with vigorous rapture beat;
My Stella with new charms shall glow,
And every bliss in wine shall meet.

 

Daniel Belknap, 1800
'Twas spring, 'twas summer, all was gay;
Now autumn bends a cloudy brow;
The flowers of spring are swept away,
And summer's sweets desert the bough.

Now naked and deformed are seen
The meadows lately dressed in green;
The groves and fields are disarrayed,
The songsters of the wood are fled.