'Tis twilight's holy hour (J. Clippingdale): Difference between revisions
m (Text replacement - "\{\{Voicing\|(.*)\|(.*)\}\}\<br\> " to "{{Voicing|$1|$2}} ") |
mNo edit summary |
||
| Line 18: | Line 18: | ||
{{Descr| }} | {{Descr| }} | ||
{{#ExtWeb:}} | {{#ExtWeb:}} | ||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
| Line 40: | Line 41: | ||
This silent hour which heralds in the night. | This silent hour which heralds in the night. | ||
'' 'Tis twilight's holy hour! | '' 'Tis twilight's holy hour! | ||
''The sun is sinking to a sweet repose. | ''The sun is sinking to a sweet repose.}} | ||
}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
{{DEFAULTSORT:{{WorkSorter|Tis twilight's holy hour (J. Clippingdale)}}}} | {{DEFAULTSORT:{{WorkSorter|Tis twilight's holy hour (J. Clippingdale)}}}} | ||
Revision as of 03:14, 19 March 2022
Music files
| ICON | SOURCE |
|---|---|
 |
|
 |
Midi |
 |
Mp3 |
 |
MusicXML |
 |
Capella |
 |
File details |
 |
Help |
- (Posted 2020-05-29) CPDL #58907:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-05-29). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Tis twilight's holy hour
Composer: J. Clippingdale
Lyricist: Wellington Guernsey
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1884 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 17, no. 475
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose;
In beauty each fair flower,
Its petals softly, sweetly doth close.
DIm shadows slowly creep
O'er hill and dale, and ancient mountain wood;
down many a sloping steep,
Where moss-grown nooks for centuries have stood.
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose.
The stream whose crystal breast
In noon-day sun with crimson blushes burned
Now peacefully doth rest,
Soft shadows veiling its fair face upturned.
Sweet harmony doth reign;
While softly, richly mellow fades the light,
The day-beam's sweet refrain,
This silent hour which heralds in the night.
'Tis twilight's holy hour!
The sun is sinking to a sweet repose.