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William Horsley
(1774 - 1858)
When the fair moon
(S.A.T.B.B.)
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Published London, 1815. Horsley was an enthusiastic early-adopter of the metronome: tempo markings are his own.
Lyrics: Homer (trans. Alexander Pope)
When the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heav'n's clear azure spreads her sacred light;
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole.
O'er the dark trees a yellow'r verdure shed,
And tip with silver ev'ry mountains head.
Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise;
A flood of glory bursts from all the skies,
The conscious swains rejoicing in the sight.
Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
When the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heav'n's clear azure spreads her sacred light;
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole.
O'er the dark trees a yellow'r verdure shed,
And tip with silver ev'ry mountains head.
Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise;
A flood of glory bursts from all the skies,
The conscious swains rejoicing in the sight.
Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.