The Nativity: Opus 39, Том 46

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A-R Editions, Inc., 1.01.2004 г. - 172 страници
xiv + 172 pp.Contents:No. 1. Solo and Chorus: It Was the Winter WildNo. 2. Quartet and Chorus: The Shepherds on the LawnNo. 3. Chorus: Ring Out, Ye Crystal Spheres

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Страница xiii - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Страница xiii - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Страница xiii - It was the winter wild While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to him Had doffd her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Страница xiii - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
Страница xiii - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Страница xiii - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace : She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Страница xiii - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
Страница xiii - The new enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear. The shepherds on the lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sat simply chatting in a rustic row : Full little thought they then, That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep When such music sweet...
Страница viii - ... their priest ; mysteriously from his lips and his breast he breathes Jove. But if you will know what I am doing, I will tell you, if indeed you think my doings worth your concern. I am singing the King of Heaven, bringer of peace, and the fortunate days promised by the holy book; the wanderings of God, and the stabling under a poor roof of Him who rules with his father the realms above; the star that led the wizards, the hymning of angels in the air, and the gods flying to their endangered fanes....
Страница viii - ... where they say he held with a spell of black blood the troops of the shades. Yea, for the bard is sacred to the god; he is their priest ; mysteriously from his lips and his breast he breathes Jove. But if you will know what I am doing, I will tell you, if indeed you think my doings worth your concern. I am singing the King of Heaven, bringer of peace, and the fortunate days promised by the holy book...

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