The Curfew Bell - Bridge, Joseph Cox

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⌛ Period → Late Romantic ◈ Genre / Form → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments 2 horns in F

Pages 16

CPDL # 75812

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-09-28

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Beneath those rugged elms, the yew-tree’s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt’ring from the straw-built shed, The cock’s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.