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==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2019-11-29}} {{CPDLno|56115}} [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.mxl|{{mp3}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.capx|{{Capx}}]]
*{{PostedDate|2023-11-27}} {{CPDLno|77623}} [[Media:PEARSALL_Winter.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:PEARSALL_Winter.mp3|{{mp3}}]]
{{Editor|David Anderson|2023-11-27}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|459}}{{Copy|Personal}}
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*{{PostedDate|2019-11-29}} {{CPDLno|56115}} [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:The_Winter_song_Pearsall.capx|{{Capx}}]]
{{Editor|James Gibb|2019-11-29}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|87}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
{{Editor|James Gibb|2019-11-29}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|87}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''The Winter song''<br>
{{Title|''The Winter song''}}
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Lyricist|}}
{{Lyricist|}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Keyboard}}
{{Instruments|a cappella or Keyboard}}
{{Pub|1|}}
{{Pub|1|1863|}}
{{Pub|2|1877|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10]]''|no=299}}
{{Descr| }}
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'''Description:''' 299
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
All clean, all smooth, the field so white
Reflects the genial sunbeam bright;
Blue ether's sharp and stilly.
And clear as glass,
gleams, where we pass,
The meadow's surface chilly.


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The dusky pine-bough bends down low,
And threatens, with its weight of snow,
The wanderer to cover.
Crisp to his tread, a diamond bed,
With pain, he travels over.


==Original text and translations==
Good speed! upon the solid rime,
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The snowclad hill I swiftly climb;
Look joyously around me,
And praise his might
Who makes so bright
The silver plains which bound me.}}


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  • (Posted 2023-11-27)  CPDL #77623:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-27).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 459 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2019-11-29)  CPDL #56115:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-29).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 87 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The Winter song
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard

First published: 1863
    2nd published: 1877 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 299
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

All clean, all smooth, the field so white
Reflects the genial sunbeam bright;
Blue ether's sharp and stilly.
And clear as glass,
gleams, where we pass,
The meadow's surface chilly.

The dusky pine-bough bends down low,
And threatens, with its weight of snow,
The wanderer to cover.
Crisp to his tread, a diamond bed,
With pain, he travels over.

Good speed! upon the solid rime,
The snowclad hill I swiftly climb;
Look joyously around me,
And praise his might
Who makes so bright
The silver plains which bound me.