Embed Size (px)
Citation preview
Words by William Wordsworth2019 4:50
The Solitary Reaperfor Soprano, Flute, and Cello
Music by Jon Corelis
Image: William Wordsworth at 28 by William Shuter. Source/license: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Wordsworth_at_28_by_William_Shuter2.jpg
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
2 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
6
Mezzo-soprano
Flute
Violoncello
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
44
44
44
24
24
24
24
24
24
Be her,hold sin gle thein field, yon sol tari y landHigh lass!3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3 3
= 72
= 80
Sweetly melancholy, freely, rubato and dynamics ad lib.
With restraint
With restraint
With restraint
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 3
14
23
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Reap ing and sing ing by her self; stop here, or gent ly pass.
A lone she cuts and binds the grain, andsings a mel cholan y strain,
3
3
3
3
3 3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
4 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
32
42
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
listO en, en,list en,list list en for the vale pro found is erov
flow ing with the sound.
3 3
3
3
Rapturously
Rapturously
Rapturously
G. P.
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 5
49
57
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
nightNo in gale evdid er chaunt more comewel tonotes wear bandsy
trav'of 'lers in shadsome y haunt a mong raA anbi sands
3
3
3
3
3 3
3 3
3 3
3 3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
More restrained
More restrained
More restrained
6 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
67
75
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
voiceA so thrill ne'ering was heard in timespring from the koocuc bird,
break ing break ing ingbreak break ing the encesil of the seas
3
3
3
3
33
3 3
3 3
3 3
3
Strongly
Strongly
Strongly
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 7
84
95
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
monga the farth Hebest ri des. Will oneno tell whatme she
sings? Per thehaps plain numtive bers flow for unold, hap farpy, off things,
3
3
3
3 3
3
3
3
3 3
3
3
3
3
3
G. P. More restrained
More restrained
More restrained
8 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
104
114
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
and bat tles long a go. Or itis some hummore ble lay,
fam iaril mat toofter day? natSome u'ral rowsor sor row sor row,
3
3 3
3 3 3
Meditatively
Meditatively
Meditatively
Strongly
Strongly
Strongly
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 9
123
135
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
loss, or pain, hasthat been and may abe gain? What thee'er
theme, Maidthe en sang, as herif song havecould no ing;end
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
33
3
3
3
G. P. A little livelier
A little livelier
A little livelier
10 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
142
151
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
sawI her sing ating work,her sing ing, and o'er sickthe le bend
ing; I enedlist mo lesstion and still, and mountIas upted hill.the
3
3
3
3
3 3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
3
Hushed
Hushed
Hushed
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 11
160
168
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
Mzs.
Fl.
Vc.
the mus ic mus music ic myin heart I
bore, long af ter it was heard no more
3 3 3
3
3
3
RapturouslyWith great joy
Rapturously With great joy
RapturouslyWith great joy
Fade with restraint
Fade with restraint
Fade with restraint
12 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April 13
The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;— I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
14 Copyright 2019 by Jon Corelis Version of 17 April
