'Never Weather Beaten Sail' (Thomas Campion) - Stile Antico | Wigmore Hall | Classic FM
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- Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
- Stile Antico, the award-winning 12-part early music vocal ensemble, sing Campion's 'Never Weather Beaten Sail' in an exclusive session for Classic FM at London's Wigmore Hall 🎶
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I recently discovered this song (and this wonderful rendition). I made my choir sing it, and even if we butcher the lyrics as french people, we definitely feel in our souls the beauty of this harmony!
Thomas Campion is an underappreciated master of English art song. "Never Weather Beaten Sail" is one of the most beautiful songs in the English language IMO. [Pardon this silly memory, but years ago I remember my lute teacher calling this song "Never Beat a Weathered Snail."]
Glorious, indeed.
💕 My late Mum taught me this song when I was very young! Lovely singing. 🎶
I LOOOOOOOOOOVE this song! Sang all Thomas Campion songs for my recital at Manhattan School of Music. His melodies were so endearing and sweet and lush. This composer made me fall in love with classical music.
Stile Antico - always amazing! Love this beautiful piece.
Reminds of primary school ❤
Schön, schön...
J'adore
Reminds me of my teen age primary school music festival Wester set piece in1983.
Pure heaven
Beautifully done!
Love ❤️
Gently lifts the sprite
Never weather-beaten sail
More willing bent to shore
Never tired pilgrims limbs
Affected slumber more
Than my weary sprite now longs
To fly out of my troubled breast
Oh come quickly
Oh come quickly
Oh come quickly sweetest Lord
And take my soul to rest
Oh come quickly
Oh come quickly
Oh come quickly sweetest Lord
And take my soul to rest
Ever blooming are the joys
Of heav'ns high paradise
Old age deafs not there our ears
Nor vapour dims our eyes
Glory there the sun outshines…
Whose beams the blessed only see
Oh come quickly ...
where are there recordings of Glenda Simpson Singing Campion?
where can I buy a copy?
I raise my Spite to you, random viewer
Not quite synchronised on the ‘all come quickly’ towards the end but a wonderful rendition nonetheless.
That's just how the part is written, there is no mistake on the vocalists' part