Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee, Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth, Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth. Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde, In best attire of compleat beauties height, Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde, With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith, Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies, Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies. Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing, In weedes as into herbs and flowers, And sees of service divers sorts in sowing, Some haply seeming and some being yours, Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve, And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.
That was quite uplifting! You both seem to bring out the best in one another! I never tire of hearing these Renaissance pieces! Please keep them coming!
Our lives are sunny and cloudy, and every day is a matter of course. After it gets cloudy, it clears up. It will rain if it is sunny. Sound that cleanses the soul！
They are seated in hommage to the first publishing of Dowland's voice works which represented its different parts with different rotations, as the performers were supposed to be seated around a table
@@andrewh273 As if singing is a science. Singing is a form of art, an expression. Everyone "has an idea" in that regard, his very own. You completely missed the point of why people are fascinated by renaissance music. This type of music sounds weird for our today ears, but it is unique and it works for a lot of people. So does the music by the people you mentioned. If art has the function to transport ideas, make people see subjects from a new perspective, then there are basically no boundaries, rules or even skills. Either it works, or it doesn't.
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee, Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth, Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth. Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde, In best attire of compleat beauties height, Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde, With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith, Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in skies, Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies. Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing, In weedes as into herbs and flowers, And sees of service divers sorts in sowing, Some haply seeming and some being yours, Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve, And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.
this piece of music and song on lute is a true Jewell Thank you Sting and Edin Karamazov !
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring,
Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee,
Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring,
When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth.
Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde,
In best attire of compleat beauties height,
Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde,
With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith,
Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies,
Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies.
Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing,
In weedes as into herbs and flowers,
And sees of service divers sorts in sowing,
Some haply seeming and some being yours,
Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve,
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.
That was quite uplifting! You both seem to bring out the best in one another! I never tire of hearing these Renaissance pieces! Please keep them coming!
Amazing, gorgeous! Full atmosphere, as well. This is so under appreciated on this platform.
Our lives are sunny and cloudy, and every day is a matter of course. After it gets cloudy, it clears up. It will rain if it is sunny. Sound that cleanses the soul！
Sting is an excellent singer
John Dowland is a very neglected Elizabethan composer, so well done to Sting for introducing him to a wider audience.
They are seated in hommage to the first publishing of Dowland's voice works which represented its different parts with different rotations, as the performers were supposed to be seated around a table
I love this Voice ❤️ thank you guys!
Beautiful! I'm proud of you for learning to play the lute and sing this style of music.
Beautiful. Wish I could download!
You can! What's stopping you? Just google _4K Video Downloader_ , and take it from there!
To Shakespeare, this was a new hit song.
Fantastic.
Yep - English popular music has a LONG history!
Gracias Sting!
Matias si vos sos el Luthier te felicito por tu arte y trabajo.
Breathtaking
indeed
Waddup lita XD
BAHHHAHA
Welcome to the quiz
Bruh momento
Beautiful great!
Qué lindo
Omg my ears 😭😭😭
A long way to learn....
Beauty
ses un chant horizontal ou vertical merci !
What do you think he's got in that jacket pocket?
My precious!!
Playing with his bee, his beeeeeee stiiiiiiiings 🤣🐝🐝🐝😂😂😂😂
Spare codpiece for Barry Humphries on the lute.
A fresh bag of buds
Mosquito spray.
Sounds like Kermit the frog singing...
Let me be Miss Piggy: Hayyyyaaaa!
Zapatero a tus zapatos.
Wakala
Breathy voice with little power.. I think he should stick to what he does well....
Haha, you think you could do better than Sting?!
@@silence8806 sure. I have a fine voice.....
@@andrewh273 I doubt, you have anywhere near the amount of listeners to your "fine voice" as Sting has.
@@silence8806 millions of ppl listen to Madonna but she can't sing. You obviously have no idea. Yawn. End of thread .
@@andrewh273 As if singing is a science. Singing is a form of art, an expression. Everyone "has an idea" in that regard, his very own. You completely missed the point of why people are fascinated by renaissance music. This type of music sounds weird for our today ears, but it is unique and it works for a lot of people. So does the music by the people you mentioned. If art has the function to transport ideas, make people see subjects from a new perspective, then there are basically no boundaries, rules or even skills. Either it works, or it doesn't.
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring,
Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee,
Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring,
When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth.
Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde,
In best attire of compleat beauties height,
Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde,
With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith,
Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in skies,
Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies.
Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing,
In weedes as into herbs and flowers,
And sees of service divers sorts in sowing,
Some haply seeming and some being yours,
Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve,
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.