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==Music files==
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{{Editor|Michael Gray|2016-10-14}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter (landscape)|6|173}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
{{Editor|Michael Gray|2016-10-14}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter (landscape)|6|173}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
:'''Edition notes:''' Part of an on-going collection "Book of Sonnets"
:{{EdNotes|Part of an on-going collection "Book of Sonnets"}}


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''When I do count the Clock''<br>
{{Title|''When I do count the Clock''}}
{{Composer|Michael Gray}}
{{Composer|Michael Gray}}
{{Lyricist|William Shakespeare}}
{{Lyricist|William Shakespeare}}


{{Voicing|3|SAB}}<br>
{{Voicing|3|SAB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Published|2013}}
{{Pub|1|2013}}
{{Descr| Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets"}}


'''Description:''' Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets"
{{#ExtWeb:
http://www.graymichael.com}}
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow,
And nothing 'gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence.


'''External websites:''' http://www.graymichael.com
''William Shakespeare (Sonnet XII)''}}
 
==Original text and translations==


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  • (Posted 2016-10-14)  CPDL #41427:       
Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-10-14).   Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 173 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection "Book of Sonnets"

General Information

Title: When I do count the Clock
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2013
Description:  Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets"


External websites:

Original text and translations

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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow,
 And nothing 'gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
 Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence.

William Shakespeare (Sonnet XII)