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Orpheus Britannicus; a collection of all the choicest songs for one, two, and three voices,
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Orpheus Britannicus; a collection of all the choicest songs for one, two, and three voices,

Auteur : Henry Purcell
Éditeur : [Ridgewood, N.J., Gregg Press, 1965]
Édition/format :  Partition musicale : Anglais : The 3rd ed. with large additions; and placed in their several keys according to the order of the gamutVoir toutes les éditions et les formats
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Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.
Orpheus Britannicus.
[Ridgewood, N.J., Gregg Press, 1965]
(OCoLC)639513408
Format : Partition
Tous les auteurs / collaborateurs : Henry Purcell
Numéro OCLC : 775166
Notes : Facsim. ed. "slightly reduced from the original."
Description : score (2 v.) 28 cm.
Contenu : bk. 1. Celia has a thousand charms ; Ah! how sweet it is to love ; Whilst I with grief did on you look ; If musick be the food of love ; I look'd and saw within the book of fate ; I see she fly's me ; The cares of lovers ; Two daughters of this aged stream are we ; Leave these useless arts in loving ; Love thou art best of humane joys ; Tho' my mistress be fair yet froward she's too ; When Teucer from his father fled ; For love ev'ry creature is form'd ; You twice ten hundred deities ; Seek not to know what must not be reveal'd ; Why then will mortals dare to urge a fate ; Charon the peaceful shade invites ; Tell me why my charming fair ; You say 'tis loves creates the pain ; I sigh'd and own'd my love ; Cinthia frowns when e're I woe her ; When first I saw the bright Aurelia's eyes ; Dear, dear, pritty, pritty youth ; Fairest isle of isles excelling ; Oh! lead me to some peaceful gloom ; Sweeter than roses ; Lucinda is bewitching fair ; From rosie bow'rs where sleep's the god of love ; In vain 'gainst love I strove ; Celebrate this festival ; When Myrna sings ; To arms, your ensigns straight display ; Britains strike home ; Since the toils and the hazards of war ; Lovely Albina's come a shore ; Come let us leave the town ; Lost is my quest for ever ; There ne're was so wretched a lover as I / words by Mr. Congreve ; This poet sings the Trojan wars ; I'll sail upon the Dog Star ; Fair Cloe my breast so alarms ; From silent shades and elizium groves ; Thy genius so from his sweet bed of rest ; Sing all ye muses ; Hark my Doridcar, hark we're call'd ; No, resistance is but vain ; Let Hector, Achilles and each brave commander ; Love arms himself in Celia's eyes ; Sound a parley ye fair and surrender ; Since times are so bad ; Strike the viol touch the lute ; What a sad fate ; The fife and all the harmony of war ; Bacchus is a pow'r divine ; 'Tis nature's voice ; Ah! me to many deaths ; Fly swift ye hours ; Blow Boreas blow ; Ah! Belinda I am prest with torment ; O, O let me weep ; See, see where repenting Celia lies ; Dulcibella when e're I sue for a kiss / words by Mr. Henly ; Since from my dear Astrea's sight ; Were I to choose the greatest bliss ; And in each track of glory ; Nestor who did to thrice men's age attain ; Let sullen discord smile ; Let Caesar and Urania live ; Celemene pray tell me ; For folded flocks ; Love thou can'st hear / words by Sir Robert Howard ; Turn then thine eyes ; See how the fading glories of the year ; Here the deities approve ; As soon as the chaos ; I attempt from love's sickness to fly ; Now the maids and the men are making of hay ; Behold the man that with gigantick might ; Let the dreadful engines of eternal will ; High on a throne ; I call you all to Wooden's hall ; Corinna is divinely fair ; Nymphs and shepherds come away ; Shepherd leave decoying ; In all our Cinthia's shining sphear ; While bolts and bars my day controul ; In these delightful pleasant groves ; While for a righteous cause he arms ; Return fond muse ; Sound the trumpet till around ; Thou tun'st this world below ; Happy realm beyond expressing ; The airy violin and lofty viol ; Go tell Amynto gentle swain ; And now the renown'd Nassaw ; They did no storms ; Sound trumpet sound, beat ev'ry drum ; The sparrow and the gentle dove ; With him he brings the partner of his throne ; What ho! thou genious of this isle ; What power art thou ; Thou doating fool forbear ; Great love I know the now ; Hither this way, this way bend --
bk. 2. Crown the year and crown the day ; Thrice happy lovers ; Ah! cruel nymph ; Crown the altar deck the shrine ; Come all ye songsters of the sky ; May the god of witt inspire the sacred nine ; Thus the gloomy world began to shine ; Yes Daphne in your face ; Hark! how all things in one sound rejoyce ; Hark! the ecchoing air a triumph sings ; Let the fifes and the clarions ; Thus the ever grateful spring ; Here's the summer sprightly gay ; See my many colour'd feilds ; Next winter comes slowly, pale meager and old ; April who till now has mourn'd ; The fatal hour comes on a pace ; Britain now thy cares beguile ; Young Thirsis fate ye hills and groves ; To arms heroick prince ; Ye gentle spirits of the air ; What can we poor females do ; Beneath a poplers shadow lay me ; My prayers are heard ; As Amoret and Thirsis lay ; Wake Quivera, wake ; Why shou'd men quarrel here ; They tell us that you mighty pow'rs above ; Scorn'd envy here's nothing that thou canst blast ; Their looks are such that mercy flows ; Ah! how happy are we ; Pious Celinda goes to prayers ; When a cruel long winter has frozen the earth ; Who can from joy refrain ; For tho' the sun has all the summers glory ; A prince of glorious race descended ; The father brave as e'er was Dane ; Sound the trumpet beat the warlike drum ; Hark! how the songsters of the grove ; Hence with your trifling deity ; Love in their little veins inspires ; But Ah! how much are our delights ; Come all to me ; Return revolting rebels ; Come let us agree ; Here ye gods of Britain ; Sing ye druids, all your voices raise ; Brigantium honour'd with a race divine ; The bashfull Thames ; The pale and the purple rose ; So when the glittering queen of night ; When my Acmelia smiles, she wounds me ; When lovely Phillis thou art kind ; Wonderous machine ; Genius of England ; Musick for a while, shall all our cares beguile ; On the brow of Richmond hill ; Sound fame thy brazen trumpet sound ; Why my Daphne , why complaining ; And low a sacred fury sweel'd her breast ; Many, many days may she behold ; Underneath this myrtle shade ; Julia, Julia, your unjust disdain ; Oh! fair Cederia ; I lov'd fair Celia ; May her blest example chase ; Let us dance, let us sing ; Fair Iris and her swain ; Hark each tree it's silence breaks ; I spy Celia ; 'Tis wine was made to rule the day ; Oh! the sweet delights of love ; We the spirits of the air ; What flattering noise is this ; To Woden thanks we render ; Let all mankind the pleasure share ; When the cock begins to crow ; They shall be as happy as they are fair ; If for your goodness may your power express ; With this sacred charming wand ; In vain the amourous flute.
Autres titres : Vocal music.
Responsabilité : compos'd by Mr. Henry Purcell. Together with such symphonies for violins or flutes as were by him design'd for any of them and a through-bass to each song, figur'd for the organ, harpsicord or theorbo-lute.

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