| Only My Dreams Chorale SATB SATB Pavane Publishing
By Ron Kean, William Butler Yeats. (SATB). Pavane Choral. Sacred. 12 pages. Pub...(+)
By Ron Kean, William
Butler Yeats. (SATB).
Pavane Choral. Sacred. 12
pages. Published by
Pavane Publishing.
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| Dawn Chorale 3 parties SSA, Piano BriLee Music
Choral SSA Choir and Piano SKU: CF.BL1315 Composed by Jacob Narverud...(+)
Choral SSA Choir and
Piano SKU:
CF.BL1315 Composed by
Jacob Narverud. 8 pages.
Duration 3 minutes, 3
seconds. BriLee Music
#BL1315. Published by
BriLee Music (CF.BL1315).
UPC: 672405011822.
Key: F
major. DawnQuiet
miles of golden sky,And
in my heart a sudden
flower.I want to clap my
hands and sighFor Beauty
in her secret
bower. Quiet golden
miles of dawnâ??Smiling
all the East along;And in
my heart nigh fully
grown,A little rose-bud
of a song.â??From
â??Last Songsâ? by
Francis LedwidgeDawn,
radiant dawn!When morning
comes my fears are
gone.Daylight breaks, my
soul awakes!And songs of
Love sing
on. â??Italics:
Additional text by Jacob
NarverudAbout the
PoetFrancis Ledwidge
(1887â??1917) was an
Irish poet from Slane,
County Meath. Ledwidge
started writing at an
early age and was first
published in a local
newspaper when he was
fourteen years old.
Ledwidge left the local
national school shortly
after and worked as a
farm hand, road surface
mender, and copper miner
at Beaupark Mine near
Slane. Ledwidge became
friends with a local
landowner, the writer
Lord Dunsany, who gave
him a workspace in the
library of Dunsany Castle
and introduced him to
literary figures,
including William Butler
Yeats and Katherine
Tynan. Some of
Ledwidgeâ??s manuscripts
are held in the National
Library of Ireland. The
main surviving
collection, including his
early works and personal
letters, are in the
archives of Dunsany
Castle. $2.15 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 1 to 2 weeks | | |
| He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Chorale SATB SATB [Octavo] - Intermédiaire Santa Barbara Music Publishing
A special melody illuminates this favorite poem by Irish poet William Butler Yea...(+)
A special melody
illuminates this favorite
poem by Irish poet
William Butler Yeats. The
flute obbligato adds to
the beauty of the
piece.
$2.25 $2.1375 (- 5%) Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 1 to 2 weeks | | |
| A Poet To His Beloved Theodore Presser Co.
Chamber Music Piano, tenor voice SKU: PR.111401970 For Tenor, Flute, S...(+)
Chamber Music Piano,
tenor voice SKU:
PR.111401970 For
Tenor, Flute, String
Quartet and Piano.
Composed by Lowell
Liebermann. Poems by
William Butler Yeats.
Piano Reduction Score.
With Standard notation.
Composed 1992. 20 pages.
Duration 15 minutes.
Theodore Presser Company
#111-40197. Published by
Theodore Presser Company
(PR.111401970). UPC:
680160490394. 9 x 12
inches. English. Text:
William Butler Yeats.
William Yeats. Poems by
William Butler
Yeats. This work
was commissioned by Susan
and Elihu Rose. It was
written at the request of
tenor Robert White, to
whom it is dedicated. It
was premiered at Alice
Tully Hall on February
17, 1993 by Robert White,
James Galway, the Lark
Quartet and pianist Brian
Zeger. It was actually
Miss Alice Tully's
suggestion that some
settings of Yeats would
be lovely that prompted
me to look at these
poems. I was at once
struck by their intense
lyric beauty and decided
immediately to use them
for this work. The six
poems were chosen from
Yeats' 1899 collection
The Wind Among the Reeds.
Dealing with unrequited
love, these particular
poems have hints of the
mystic preoccupations
which were to become more
prominent in Yeats' later
work. Scored for an
ensemble consisting of
Flute, Piano and String
Quartet, it was my
intention that the beauty
and clarity of the poetry
should be matched by a
directness of musical
expression which would
not overwhelm the poems.
The instrumental writing
makes no attempt at tone
painting but rather
provides a colorful but
often austere
psychological background
to the tenor's melodies
which are at times almost
folk-like in their
simplicity. The work is
unified as a cycle not
only by its tonal
structure, but also
through harmonic and
motivic elements that the
individual songs
share. $32.99 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 2 to 3 weeks | | |
| Eden: Out of Time and Out of Space Theodore Presser Co.
Chamber Music Clarinet, Flute, Guitar, Horn, Viola, Violin, Violoncello SKU: ...(+)
Chamber Music Clarinet,
Flute, Guitar, Horn,
Viola, Violin,
Violoncello SKU:
PR.114420410
Chamber Concerto for
Guitar and Ensemble.
Composed by George
Rochberg. Set of Score
and Parts.
30+10+8+10+12+10+10+10
pages. Duration 20
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #114-42041.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.114420410). UPC:
680160687015. In
one of the dedicatory
poems to his verse play
The Shadowy Waters
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks: Is Eden far
away...? Do our woods and
winds and verponds cover
more quiet woods, More
shining winds, more
star-glimmering ponds? Is
Eden out of time and out
of space? How do you
answer such questions? We
have only the vague
elusive promptings of our
own mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
- what is most painful to
admit - that it is closed
to us in the form in
which we live and
breathe, even if at times
we do have
intimations..., Yeats is
telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here -
present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible. In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can't get into
heaven, he's locked out.
The news is shattering.
What follows is an
inconsolable sorrowing,
the same sorrowing that
comes when we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of Eden.
Eden is the heaven of our
longing and desire for
release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes -because it is not
a place. It is a state of
soul which answers none
of the illusory,
hampering conditions that
shape and bind us to the
real world of our bodies,
our appetites, our
passions, and our
beliefs. I have turned
Yeats' question Is Eden
out of time and out of
space? into its own
answering. However near
we may sense its presence
at times, Eden remains
unreachable, ungraspable,
unknowable, unthinkable.
It forever eludes us. I
wrote this music the way
I did to shut out -with
quietness and
otherworldliness - the
clamor and clang of the
raucous Garish Day, to
turn away its tumult and
noise, to negate its
stridency and chaos.
Perhaps in the cleansing
stillness and blessing of
this emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. In one of the
dedicatory poems to his
verse play “The
Shadowy Watersâ€
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks:“Is Eden
far away…?Do our
woods and windsand
verponds cover morequiet
woods,More shining
winds,more
star-glimmeringponds?Is
Eden out of timeand out
of space?â€How do
you answer such
questions? We have only
the vague elusive
promptings of our own
mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
– what is most
painful to admit –
that it is closed to us
in the form in which we
live and breathe, even if
at times we do have
intimations…, Yeats
is telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here
– present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible.In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can’t get
into heaven, he’s
locked out. The news is
shattering. What follows
is an inconsolable
sorrowing, the same
sorrowing that comes when
we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of
Eden.Eden is the heaven
of our longing and desire
for release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes –because it
is not a place. It is a
state of soul which
answers none of the
illusory, hampering
conditions that shape and
bind us to the real world
of our bodies, our
appetites, our passions,
and our beliefs.I have
turned Yeats’
question “Is Eden
out of time and out of
space?†into its
own answering. However
near we may sense its
presence at times, Eden
remains unreachable,
ungraspable, unknowable,
unthinkable. It forever
eludes us.I wrote this
music the way I did to
shut out –with
quietness and
otherworldliness –
the clamor and clang of
the raucous “Garish
Day,†to turn away
its tumult and noise, to
negate its stridency and
chaos. Perhaps in the
cleansing stillness and
blessing of this
emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. $50.99 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 2 to 3 weeks | | |
| Eden: Out of Time and Out of Space Theodore Presser Co.
Chamber Music Clarinet, Flute, Guitar, Horn, Viola, Violin, Violoncello SKU: ...(+)
Chamber Music Clarinet,
Flute, Guitar, Horn,
Viola, Violin,
Violoncello SKU:
PR.11442041L
Chamber Concerto for
Guitar and Ensemble.
Composed by George
Rochberg. Large Score. 30
pages. Duration 20
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #114-42041L.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.11442041L). UPC:
680160687039. In
one of the dedicatory
poems to his verse play
The Shadowy Waters
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks: Is Eden far
away...? Do our woods and
winds and verponds cover
more quiet woods, More
shining winds, more
star-glimmering ponds? Is
Eden out of time and out
of space? How do you
answer such questions? We
have only the vague
elusive promptings of our
own mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
- what is most painful to
admit - that it is closed
to us in the form in
which we live and
breathe, even if at times
we do have
intimations..., Yeats is
telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here -
present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible. In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can't get into
heaven, he's locked out.
The news is shattering.
What follows is an
inconsolable sorrowing,
the same sorrowing that
comes when we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of Eden.
Eden is the heaven of our
longing and desire for
release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes -because it is not
a place. It is a state of
soul which answers none
of the illusory,
hampering conditions that
shape and bind us to the
real world of our bodies,
our appetites, our
passions, and our
beliefs. I have turned
Yeats' question Is Eden
out of time and out of
space? into its own
answering. However near
we may sense its presence
at times, Eden remains
unreachable, ungraspable,
unknowable, unthinkable.
It forever eludes us. I
wrote this music the way
I did to shut out -with
quietness and
otherworldliness - the
clamor and clang of the
raucous Garish Day, to
turn away its tumult and
noise, to negate its
stridency and chaos.
Perhaps in the cleansing
stillness and blessing of
this emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. In one of the
dedicatory poems to his
verse play “The
Shadowy Watersâ€
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks:“Is Eden
far away…?Do our
woods and windsand
verponds cover morequiet
woods,More shining
winds,more
star-glimmeringponds?Is
Eden out of timeand out
of space?â€How do
you answer such
questions? We have only
the vague elusive
promptings of our own
mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
– what is most
painful to admit –
that it is closed to us
in the form in which we
live and breathe, even if
at times we do have
intimations…, Yeats
is telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here
– present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible.In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can’t get
into heaven, he’s
locked out. The news is
shattering. What follows
is an inconsolable
sorrowing, the same
sorrowing that comes when
we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of
Eden.Eden is the heaven
of our longing and desire
for release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes –because it
is not a place. It is a
state of soul which
answers none of the
illusory, hampering
conditions that shape and
bind us to the real world
of our bodies, our
appetites, our passions,
and our beliefs.I have
turned Yeats’
question “Is Eden
out of time and out of
space?†into its
own answering. However
near we may sense its
presence at times, Eden
remains unreachable,
ungraspable, unknowable,
unthinkable. It forever
eludes us.I wrote this
music the way I did to
shut out –with
quietness and
otherworldliness –
the clamor and clang of
the raucous “Garish
Day,†to turn away
its tumult and noise, to
negate its stridency and
chaos. Perhaps in the
cleansing stillness and
blessing of this
emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. $44.99 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 2 to 3 weeks | | |
| Eden: Out of Time and Out of Space [Conducteur] Theodore Presser Co.
Chamber Music Clarinet, Flute, Guitar, Horn, Viola, Violin, Violoncello SKU: ...(+)
Chamber Music Clarinet,
Flute, Guitar, Horn,
Viola, Violin,
Violoncello SKU:
PR.11442041S
Chamber Concerto for
Guitar and Ensemble.
Composed by George
Rochberg. Full score. 30
pages. Duration 20
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #114-42041S.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.11442041S). UPC:
680160687022. In
one of the dedicatory
poems to his verse play
The Shadowy Waters
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks: Is Eden far
away...? Do our woods and
winds and verponds cover
more quiet woods, More
shining winds, more
star-glimmering ponds? Is
Eden out of time and out
of space? How do you
answer such questions? We
have only the vague
elusive promptings of our
own mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
- what is most painful to
admit - that it is closed
to us in the form in
which we live and
breathe, even if at times
we do have
intimations..., Yeats is
telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here -
present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible. In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can't get into
heaven, he's locked out.
The news is shattering.
What follows is an
inconsolable sorrowing,
the same sorrowing that
comes when we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of Eden.
Eden is the heaven of our
longing and desire for
release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes -because it is not
a place. It is a state of
soul which answers none
of the illusory,
hampering conditions that
shape and bind us to the
real world of our bodies,
our appetites, our
passions, and our
beliefs. I have turned
Yeats' question Is Eden
out of time and out of
space? into its own
answering. However near
we may sense its presence
at times, Eden remains
unreachable, ungraspable,
unknowable, unthinkable.
It forever eludes us. I
wrote this music the way
I did to shut out -with
quietness and
otherworldliness - the
clamor and clang of the
raucous Garish Day, to
turn away its tumult and
noise, to negate its
stridency and chaos.
Perhaps in the cleansing
stillness and blessing of
this emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. In one of the
dedicatory poems to his
verse play “The
Shadowy Watersâ€
(1906), William Butler
Yeats asks:“Is Eden
far away…?Do our
woods and windsand
verponds cover morequiet
woods,More shining
winds,more
star-glimmeringponds?Is
Eden out of timeand out
of space?â€How do
you answer such
questions? We have only
the vague elusive
promptings of our own
mysterious, troubled
hearts to tell us that
the Eden we long for is
there, somewhere beyond
the physical world which
frames our existence, in
another realm of
different dimensions. And
– what is most
painful to admit –
that it is closed to us
in the form in which we
live and breathe, even if
at times we do have
intimations…, Yeats
is telling us that this
paradise, this Eden we
yearn for is here
– present even if
invisible, palpable even
if intangible.In his
Second Symphony, Mahler
meets an angel who tells
him he can’t get
into heaven, he’s
locked out. The news is
shattering. What follows
is an inconsolable
sorrowing, the same
sorrowing that comes when
we wake to the
realization that we too
are locked out of
Eden.Eden is the heaven
of our longing and desire
for release from pain and
suffering. Eden is the
image in our restive
minds that reflects the
reconciled, resolved,
quiescent state of soul
we hunger for. But Eden
eludes –because it
is not a place. It is a
state of soul which
answers none of the
illusory, hampering
conditions that shape and
bind us to the real world
of our bodies, our
appetites, our passions,
and our beliefs.I have
turned Yeats’
question “Is Eden
out of time and out of
space?†into its
own answering. However
near we may sense its
presence at times, Eden
remains unreachable,
ungraspable, unknowable,
unthinkable. It forever
eludes us.I wrote this
music the way I did to
shut out –with
quietness and
otherworldliness –
the clamor and clang of
the raucous “Garish
Day,†to turn away
its tumult and noise, to
negate its stridency and
chaos. Perhaps in the
cleansing stillness and
blessing of this
emptied-out state of
soul, Eden, through still
hidden, may not be so far
way; though still
unreachable, may be close
enough almost to
touch. $29.99 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 2 to 3 weeks | | |
| A Poet To His Beloved [Conducteur] Theodore Presser Co.
Chamber Music Cello, Flute, Piano, Viola, Violin 1, Violin 2, tenor voice SKU...(+)
Chamber Music Cello,
Flute, Piano, Viola,
Violin 1, Violin 2, tenor
voice SKU:
PR.11140139S For
Tenor, Flute, String
Quartet and Piano.
Composed by Lowell
Liebermann. Poems by
William Butler Yeats.
Full score. With Standard
notation. Duration 15
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #111-40139S.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.11140139S). UPC:
680160002887. Poems by
William Butler
Yeats. This work
was commissioned by Susan
and Elihu Rose. It was
written at the request of
tenor Robert White, to
whom it is dedicated. It
was premiered at Alice
Tully Hall on February
17, 1993 by Robert White,
James Galway, the Lark
Quartet and pianist Brian
Zeger. It was actually
Miss Alice Tully's
suggestion that some
settings of Yeats would
be lovely that prompted
me to look at these
poems. I was at once
struck by their intense
lyric beauty and decided
immediately to use them
for this work. The six
poems were chosen from
Yeats' 1899 collection
The Wind Among the Reeds.
Dealing with unrequited
love, these particular
poems have hints of the
mystic preoccupations
which were to become more
prominent in Yeats' later
work. Scored for an
ensemble consisting of
Flute, Piano and String
Quartet, it was my
intention that the beauty
and clarity of the poetry
should be matched by a
directness of musical
expression which would
not overwhelm the poems.
The instrumental writing
makes no attempt at tone
painting but rather
provides a colorful but
often austere
psychological background
to the tenor's melodies
which are at times almost
folk-like in their
simplicity. The work is
unified as a cycle not
only by its tonal
structure, but also
through harmonic and
motivic elements that the
individual songs
share. $63.00 - Voir plus => AcheterDélais: 2 to 3 weeks | | |
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