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{{ | {{Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, | ||
So do our minutes hasten to their end; | |||
Each changing place with that which goes before, | |||
In sequent toil all forwards do contend. | |||
Nativity, once in the main of light, | |||
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, | |||
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, | |||
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. | |||
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth | |||
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, | |||
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, | |||
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: | |||
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand | |||
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. | |||
''Sonnet XL - William Shakespeare''}} | |||
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- (Posted 2016-10-21) CPDL #41504:
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-10-21). Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 193 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an ongoing collection "Book of Sonnets" for SAB, piano
General Information
Title: Like as the waves
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Part of an ongoing collection "Book of Sonnets" for SAB, piano
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
{{Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Sonnet XL - William Shakespeare}}