Five Songs on texts of William Blake
A facsimile of a music score paper for medium voice. The words are from poems by William Blake.Vocal, Piano11 pages; 11 x 13 1/2The Wild Flower’s Song: As I wander’d the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a wild flower Singing a song. I slept in the Earth In the silent night, I murmur’d my fe...
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Alabama postcards Blake, William, 1757-1827 -- Musical settings; Vocal music -- Scores; Songs (Medium voice) with piano; Music -- Manuscripts -- Facsimiles; Vollrath, Carl, 1931- -- Manuscripts -- Facsimiles Arts and Literature -- Music Music Music; Songs & music; Keyboard instruments |
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A facsimile of a music score paper for medium voice. The words are from poems by William Blake.Vocal, Piano11 pages; 11 x 13 1/2The Wild Flower’s Song:
As I wander’d the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a wild flower
Singing a song.
I slept in the Earth
In the silent night,
I murmur’d my fears
And I felt delight.
In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But O! met with scorn.
Eternity:
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
The Angel:
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
The Fly:
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
The Sick Rose:
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. |
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Five Songs on texts of William Blake5 Songs on texts of William Blake: The Wild Flower's Song, very slowly ♩=60; Eternity, quickly; The Angel, dreamily; The Fly, lightly; The Sick Rose, sadlyA facsimile of a music score paper for medium voice. The words are from poems by William Blake.Carl VollrathWilliam Blake2022Blake, William, 1757-1827 -- Musical settings; Vocal music -- Scores; Songs (Medium voice) with piano; Music -- Manuscripts -- Facsimiles; Vollrath, Carl, 1931- -- Manuscripts -- FacsimilesArts and Literature -- MusicMusicMusic; Songs & music; Keyboard instrumentsVocal, Piano11 pages; 11 x 13 1/2This collection may be protected under Title 17 of the U.S. copyright law.Carl Vollrath Music Collection, Troy University Library, Special Collections.The Wild Flower’s Song:
As I wander’d the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a wild flower
Singing a song.
I slept in the Earth
In the silent night,
I murmur’d my fears
And I felt delight.
In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But O! met with scorn.
Eternity:
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
The Angel:
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
The Fly:
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
The Sick Rose:
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.Troy University (Troy, Ala.) LibraryTUA_Vollrath_SCO_Five_Songs_on_the_Texts_of_William_Blakeimageengjpeghttp://cdm17217.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/troy2/id/18276 |
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