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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
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Be her,hold sin gle thein field, yon sol tari y landHigh lass!3
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Sweetly melancholy, freely, rubato and dynamics ad lib.
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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,
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listO en, en,list en,list list en for the vale pro found is erov
flow ing with the sound.
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Rapturously
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nightNo in gale evdid er chaunt more comewel tonotes wear bandsy
trav'of 'lers in shadsome y haunt a mong raA anbi sands
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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
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monga the farth Hebest ri des. Will oneno tell whatme she
sings? Per thehaps plain numtive bers flow for unold, hap farpy, off things,
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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,
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loss, or pain, hasthat been and may abe gain? What thee'er
theme, Maidthe en sang, as herif song havecould no ing;end
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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
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the mus ic mus music ic myin heart I
bore, long af ter it was heard no more
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RapturouslyWith great joy
Rapturously With great joy
RapturouslyWith great joy
Fade with restraint
Fade with restraint
Fade with restraint
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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.
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