Fly Envious Time
VIDEO
Chromatica Chorale; David Huff, Artistic Director and conductor; Julie Rieth, piano
DURATION
3’30”
INSTRUMENTATION
SATB (div.), piano
POET
John Milton
YEAR COMPOSED
2018
COMMISSIONER
Chromatica
THIS IS A MOVEMENT FROM:
O Time
ORDERING SCORES
This work is published as a digital score with a performance license. The pricing is based on the number of singers in a choir:
Chromatica Chorale; David Huff, Artistic Director and conductor; Julie Rieth, piano
DURATION
3’30”
INSTRUMENTATION
SATB (div.), piano
POET
John Milton
YEAR COMPOSED
2018
COMMISSIONER
Chromatica
THIS IS A MOVEMENT FROM:
O Time
ORDERING SCORES
This work is published as a digital score with a performance license. The pricing is based on the number of singers in a choir:
- $50: up to 20 singers
- $100: 21-50 singers
- $150: 51-79 singers
- $200: 80+ singers
- Click on the link to email Inkjar Publishing Company
- Specify the number of singers and the name of your choir.
- An invoice will be sent to you via PayPal.
- Once payment is received, you will be emailed the licensed PDF within three business days (excluding weekends and holidays).
PERUSAL SCORE
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TEXT
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And meerly mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is good
And perfectly divine,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee
O Time.
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TEXT
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And meerly mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is good
And perfectly divine,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee
O Time.