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Lilacs. A Poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. for mezzo-soprano and piano. Thomas Oboe Lee. Mezzo-Soprano Voice sheet music. Soprano Voice sheet music. Voice Solo sheet music. Piano Accompaniment sheet music. Advanced.

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Lilacs. A Poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. for mezzo-soprano and piano. Thomas Oboe Lee. Mezzo-Soprano Voice sheet music. Soprano Voice sheet music. Voice Solo sheet music. Piano Accompaniment sheet music. Advanced.

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Lilacs. A Poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. for mezzo-soprano and piano composed by Thomas Oboe Lee. For Piano,Voice. 21st Century,20th Century,Romantic Period,Classical Period,Baroque Period. Advanced Intermediate. Score. Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon, And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persu. Published by Thomas Oboe Lee. S0.23367. With Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon, And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persu. 21st Century,20th Century,Romantic Period,Classical Period,Baroque Period. Lilacs. a poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. Part 1. Moderato. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac,Your great puffs of flowersAre everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leavesOrange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs. In the crooks of your branchesThe bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs Peer restlessly through the light and shadow Of all Springs. Lilacs in dooryardsHolding quiet conversations with an early moon. Lilacs watching a deserted houseSettling sideways into the grass of an old road. Part 2. Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon,And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persuaded the housewife that her dishpan was of silver,And her husband an image of pure gold. You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms Through the wide doors of Custom Houses—You,. and. sandal-wood, and tea,Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks When a ship was in from China. You are of the green sea,And of the stone hills which reach a long distance. You are of elm-shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles,You are of great parks where every one walks and nobody is at home. You cover the blind sides of greenhousesAnd lean over the top to say a hurry-word through the glass To your friends, the grapes, inside. Part 3. Moderato. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac,You have forgotten your Eastern origin, The veiled women with eyes like panthers,The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled pashas. Now you are a very decent flower, A reticent flower,A curiously clear-cut, candid flower, Standing beside clean doorways,Friendly to a house-cat and a pair of spectacles, Making poetry out of a bit of moonlight And a hundred or two sharp blossoms. Part 4. Recitativo and Allegro. Maine knows you,Has for years and years. New Hampshire knows you,And MassachusettsAnd Vermont. Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island. Connecticut takes you from a river to the sea. May is lilac here in New England,May is a thrush singing “Sun up. ” on a tip-top ash tree, May is white clouds behind pine-trees Puffed out and marching upon a blue sky. May is a green as no other,May is much sun through small leaves, May is soft earth,And apple-blossoms,And windows open to a South Wind. May is full light wind of lilacFrom Canada to Narragansett Bay.Part 5. Moderato. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac. Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England, Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England, Lilac in me because I am New England,Because my roots are in it,Because my leaves are of it,Because my flowers are for it, Because it is my countryAnd I speak to it of itselfAnd sing of it with my own voice Since certainly it is mine. Amy Lowell, “Lilacs” from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell. Copyright 1955 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Copyright renewed 1983 by Houghton Mifflin Company, Brinton P. Roberts, and G. D'Andelot, Esquire. Used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved. Digital Print is printable sheet music available anytime, anywhere. Just purchase, print and play. View your online sheet music at home, school, work or anywhere you have a computer connected to the Internet. Use our iPad app to view your digital sheet music on the go. With Digital Print, you can print your digital sheet music immediately after purchase, or wait until its convenient. And our software installation is easy - we'll guide you through the simple steps to make sure you have Adobe Flash Player, Adobe AIR and the Sheet Music Plus AIR application.

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Lilacs. A Poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. for mezzo-soprano and piano composed by Thomas Oboe Lee. For Piano,Voice. 21st Century,20th Century,Romantic Period,Classical Period,Baroque Period. Advanced Intermediate. Score. Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon, And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persu. Published by Thomas Oboe Lee. S0.23367. With Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon, And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persu. 21st Century,20th Century,Romantic Period,Classical Period,Baroque Period. Lilacs. a poem by Amy Lowell. 2012. Part 1. Moderate. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac,Your great puffs of flowersAre everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leavesOrange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs. In the crooks of your branchesThe bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs Peer restlessly through the light and shadow Of all Springs. Lilacs in dooryardsHolding quiet conversations with an early moon. Lilacs watching a deserted houseSettling sideways into the grass of an old road. Part 2. Recitativo and Allegro. You are everywhere. You were everywhere. You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon,And ran along the road beside the boy going to school. You stood by the pasture-bars to give the cows good milking, You persuaded the housewife that her dishpan was of silver,And her husband an image of pure gold. You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms Through the wide doors of Custom Houses—You,. and. sandal-wood, and tea,Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks When a ship was in from China. You are of the green sea,And of the stone hills which reach a long distance. You are of elm-shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles,You are of great parks where every one walks and nobody is at home. You cover the blind sides of greenhousesAnd lean over the top to say a hurry-word through the glass To your friends, the grapes, inside. Part 3. Moderate. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac,You have forgotten your Eastern origin, The veiled women with eyes like panthers,The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled pashas. Now you are a very decent flower, A reticent flower,A curiously clear-cut, candid flower, Standing beside clean doorways,Friendly to a house-cat and a pair of spectacles, Making poetry out of a bit of moonlight And a hundred or two sharp blossoms. Part 4. Recitativo and Allegro. Maine knows you,Has for years and years. New Hampshire knows you,And MassachusettsAnd Vermont. Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island. Connecticut takes you from a river to the sea. May is lilac here in New England,May is a thrush singing “Sun up. ” on a tip-top ash tree, May is white clouds behind pine-trees Puffed out and marching upon a blue sky. May is a green as no other,May is much sun through small leaves, May is soft earth,And apple-blossoms,And windows open to a South Wind. May is full light wind of lilacFrom Canada to Narragansett Bay.Part 5. Moderate. Lilacs,False blue,White,Purple,Color of lilac. Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England, Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England, Lilac in me because I am New England,Because my roots are in it,Because my leaves are of it,Because my flowers are for it, Because it is my countryAnd I speak to it of itselfAnd sing of it with my own voice Since certainly it is mine. Amy Lowell, “Lilacs” from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell. Copyright 1955 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Copyright renewed 1983 by Houghton Mifflin Company, Brinton P. Roberts, and G. D'Andelot, Esquire. Used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved. Digital Print is printable sheet music available anytime, anywhere. Just purchase, print and play. View your online sheet music at home, school, work or anywhere you have a computer connected to the Internet. Use our iPad app to view your digital sheet music on the go. With Digital Print, you can print your digital sheet music immediately after purchase, or wait until its convenient. And our software installation is easy - we'll guide you through the simple steps to make sure you have Adobe Flash Player, Adobe AIR and the Sheet Music Plus AIR application.