1914 - Crawford, James

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"1914 is the first of a collection of seven songs based on the poems of Wilfred Owen. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or a recital or competition. The range of this song would probably best suit a natural baritone voice."

⌛ Epoche → 20. Jahrhundert ◈ Genre → Kunstlied

♯ Tonart F minor

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → B

◆ Difficulty

Virtuos

↕ Tonumfang A,, – f'''

♩ Tempo larghetto (60)

◷ Dauer ~2 min 56 sec

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 44

Textur mixed texture

Stimmen 3

Instrumente B, Piano

Seiten 6

CPDL Nr. 56497

Bearbeiter James Crawford

Veröffentlicht 2020-01-02

Lizenz Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives

♫Tonumfänge

Baritone

F – G-4

Piano

A,, – f'

Schlagwörter

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¶Liedtext

War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in. The foul tornado, centred at Berlin, Is over all the width of Europe whirled, Rending the sails of progress. Rent or furled Are all Art's ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin Famines of thought and feeling. Love's wine's thin. The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled. For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece, And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome, An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home, A slow grand age, and rich with all increase. But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need Of sowings for new Spring, and blood for seed.