Partition complète, Rossetti Requiem, Lambert, Edward

Edward Lambert

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Visionnez les partitions de musique Rossetti Requiem partition complète, Requiems, par Lambert, Edward. Cette partition moderne célèbre écrite pour les instruments tels que: SATB chœur, Mezzo-soprano, Soprano, ténor, basse solistes, 2/0/0/2 2/0/0/0 percussion cordes
Cette partition aborde plusieurs mouvements et l'on retrouve ce genre de musique répertoriée dans les genres partitions pour voix, langue anglaise, partitions chœur mixte, funebre music, pour voix, chœur mixte, orchestre, partitions pour orchestre, Requiems, religieux travaux, pour voix et chœur avec orchestre
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Date composition: 2010
Edition: Edward Lambert
Durée / duration: 55 min.
Libbretiste: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Sujets

• Modernité
• Chordés
• Percussion instrument
• Choeur
• Ch?ur (musique)
• Soliste
• Basse Santa Su
• Tenor
• Mezzosoprano
• Soprano
• Lambert

Informations

• Publié par: LAMBERT0
• Nombre de lectures: 55
• Licence : En savoir +
  Paternité, pas de modification
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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Edward Lambert
Rossetti Requiem
a setting of texts
by Christina Rossetti
for
soloists, choir and orchestra
26/10/10for the Newbury Chamber Choir (2010)
Soloists: soprano, mezzo-soprano, tenor, bass
Choir: soprano, alto, tenor, bass
Orchestra:
2 flutes doubling piccolo
2 bassoons (one doubling contrabassoon)
2 horns in F
percussion (3 deep concert toms, vibraphone, tambourine, cymbal)
violins 1
violins 2
violas
cellos
double bass
1. Mezzo-soprano solo: When I am dead page 5
2. Chorus: Vanity of vanities page 27
3. Tenor solo: A voice said page 58
4. Chorus: When my love page 76
5. Soprano solo: Remember me page 93
6. Chorus: Frost-locked all the winter page 108
7. Bass solo: Come to me page 170
8. Chorus: Somewhere or other page 189
9. Quartet and Chorus: Does the road wind uphill? page 202
The movements should, as far as possible, be performed without a break; where a pause is
essential it should come after the 6th movement.
Total duration: about 55 minutes
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© 2010 The composer's rights are assertedROSETTI REQUIEM
words by Christina Rossetti (1830 -1894)
4 Chorus
1 Mezzo-Soprano When my love came home to me,
Pleasant summer bringing,
When I am dead, my dearest, Every tree was out in leaf,
Sing no sad songs for me; Every bird was singing.
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree: My heart is like a singing bird
Be the green grass above me Whose nest is in a watered shoot:
With showers and dewdrops wet: My heart is like an apple-tree
And if thou wilt, remember, Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
And if thou wilt, forget. My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
I shall not see the shadows, My heart is gladder than all these
I shall not fear the rain; Because my love is come to me.
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain: There I met her in the lane
And dreaming through the twilight By those waters gleamy,
That doth not rise nor set, Met her toward the fall of day,
Haply I may remember, Warm and dear and dreamy.
And haply may forget. Did I loiter in the lane?
None was there to see me.
2 Chorus Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
All things are vanity. The eye and ear And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Cannot be filled with what they see and hear. Work it in gold and silver grapes;
Like early dew, or like the sudden breath In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Of wind, or like the grass that withereth, Because the birthday of my life
Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear: Is come; my love is come to me.
So little joy hath he, so little cheer,
Till all things end in the long dust of death. Only roses in the hedge,
Today is still the same as yesterday, Lilies on the river,
Tomorrow also even as one of them; Saw our greeting fast and fond,
And there is nothing new under the sun: Counted gift and giver,
Until the ancient race of Time be run, Saw me take her to my home,
The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, Take her home for ever.
And morning shall be cold and twilight grey.
5 Soprano
3 Tenor
Remember me when I am gone away,
A voice said, ‘Follow, follow’: and I rose Gone far away into the silent land;
And followed far into the dreamy night, When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Turning my back upon the pleasant light. Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
It led me where the bluest water flows, Remember me when no more day by day
And would not let me drink: where the corn grows You tell me of our future what you planned:
I dared not pause, but went uncheered by sight Only remember me; you understand
Or touch: until at length in evil plight It will be late to counsel then or pray.
It left me, wearied out with many woes. Yet if you should forget me for a while
Some time I sat as one bereft of sense: And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
But soon another voice from very far For if the darkness and corruption leave
Called, ‘Follow, follow’: and I rose again. A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Now on my night has dawned a blessed star: Better by far you should forget and smile
Kind steady hands my sinking steps sustain, Than that you should remember and be sad.
And will not leave me till I shall go hence.6 Chorus
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may liveFrost-locked all the winter,
My very life again though cold in death:Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
That they may put forth shoots? Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Tips of tender green, Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly, 8 Chorus
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun: Somewhere or other there must surely be
Young grass springs on the plain; The face not seen, the voice not heard,
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees; The heart that not yet - never yet - ah me!
Made answer to my word.Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane; Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Birds sing and pair again. Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing, Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back With just a wall, a hedge, between:
Along the trackless track - With just the last leaves of the dying year
God guides their wing, Fallen on a turf grown green.
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, -
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. 9 Quartet and chorus
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by; Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, Yes, to the very end.
Piercing the sod, Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough, But is there for the night a resting place?
Strong on the wing: A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
There is no time like Spring that passes by, May not the darkness hide it from my face?
Now newly born, and now You cannot miss that inn.
Hastening to die.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
7 Bass Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright Of labour you shall find the sum.
As sunlight on a stream; Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come. Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.full score Rossetti Requiem
(notated in C)
Edward Lambert
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4     Flute 2 & 8
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? 4     Contrabassoon 8
4     Horn in F 1 & 8
4     Horn in F 2 & 8
3 deep concert toms (or timpani)
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? 4     Bass 8
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