Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled for ever, let me mourn; Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Down vain lights, shine you no more! No nights are dark enough for those That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. Light doth but shame disclose. Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled; And tears and sighs and groans my weary days Of all joys have deprived. From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is thrown; And fear and grief and pain for my deserts Are my hopes, since hope is gone. Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light. Happy, happy they that in hell Feel not the world’s despite.
How incredibly beautiful! There is nobility, refinement, a taste for perfect simplicity in this music.... Magnificent! I just can't understand one thing - where on earth did this fashion come from, of having unquestioned tenors present themselves as baritones or even, as here, as basses?
@@rachelbarlow9382 I guess it throws people off because it’s kind of an antiquated or rarely used word that many may not have heard before. But it fits perfectly.
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I keep coming back to listen again and again. Beautiful!!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and just such a timeless piece of art!
Totally agree.
I felt flamenco at the beginning. So good.
Wonderfull, it always reminds me of the Philip K Dick short story, "Flow My Tear"
Oh, I must get that! (not known to me yet..) Two favourites!
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light.
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite.
Marvellous
amazing
It would have been nice to learn anything about this in school in England
Wow
That was so good.
Thank you❤🎉
How incredibly beautiful!
There is nobility, refinement, a taste for perfect simplicity in this music.... Magnificent!
I just can't understand one thing - where on earth did this fashion come from, of having unquestioned tenors present themselves as baritones or even, as here, as basses?
I would say he’s definitely a baritone. There is very little different between a high baritone and and tenor!
John Dowland was hired as court composer by Christian the 4th of Denmark... my 10th great grandfather. Funny to think about.
As long as you listen more than giggle...
1:39 the non repeated part
2:50 again
(Ignore this I’m not taking repeats for a vocal jury)
Beautiful singing (watch 'contemn' not 'condemn' - they're not the same word).
bummer
Learn to contain light.
Contemn
Contains of life.....@@anglosaxon105
A swedish singer, Freddie Wadling made an astonishing acapella recording of this...
One of the few times I have dropped my jaw, and so, oh so, hard...
@@anglosaxon105 Agree and 'conTemn' (pour scorn on) not 'conDemn' (express disapproval of) which is slightly different. Dowland wrote contemn.
@@rachelbarlow9382 I guess it throws people off because it’s kind of an antiquated or rarely used word that many may not have heard before. But it fits perfectly.