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ChorusSmOrch: Wilderness: mv 1 Meadow&Wood
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Setting of selections from Lines composed a few miles Above Tintern Abbey, by William Wordsworth. For SSAATTBB chorus and small orchestra: (1/1/1/1) (1,1,1,0) strings, timp, chimes, gong
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My Phantom Digital Orchestra lives in my computer and I am (on a good day) composer-in-residence, just a servant of the Muse...
I write symphonic, small ensemble and choral music, in multiple styles from medieval through modern classical. The music you hear on my pages is created with Finale notation software and Garritan Personal Orchestra sound samples. All pieces have a traditional score associated with them; if you are interested in any piece for possible performance, please contact me for details on scoring, instrumentation, pricing, etc. Recent Concert: I enjoy many kinds of music for listening - rock, pop, jazz, world, and classical of all periods. I am interested also in the fusion of art, poetry, dance, video, and ritual with music, music as a healing force and have been a music volunteer in the hospice setting.
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Genre
Classical Symphonic
Charts
Peak #98
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
William Wordsworth/KE Peace
Rights
2007 KE Peace
Uploaded
December 23, 2007
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MP3 4.7 MB 316 kbps 5:08
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(Excerpted and slightly adapted from: "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" by Willian Wordsworth) For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thought: a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man: A motion, and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore, I am a lover of meadow and wood, Of all the mighty world of ear and eye!
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