J.Ch. Pepusch: English Cantata «When Love's soft passion»

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  • Опубликовано: 20 дек 2024

Комментарии • 11

  • @TheDRACOMUNDI
    @TheDRACOMUNDI 7 лет назад +3

    An absolute delight to listen to on a rainy English afternoon. Thank you so much..

  • @laurebarlet
    @laurebarlet 7 лет назад +1

    Très beau aussi passionné que ce beau jour chaud d'été et en même temps d'une pure fraîcheur vocale!

  • @petatap
    @petatap 2 года назад +1

    Really nice. Can we have allso the Beggar's opera-Arias and songs?

  • @AML2000
    @AML2000 5 лет назад +3

    The woodwind instrument being played isn't a flute, but a recorder. In the baroque times, the recorder was referred to in scores as a flute, while the transverse flute was named more specifically as a "traverso" or "flauto traverso". The English preferred the recorder to the transverse flute for a longer time that the European continent, probably because the transverse flute was viewed as overly French.

  • @raulsimon2218
    @raulsimon2218 10 месяцев назад

    Bello!

  • @kaloarepo288
    @kaloarepo288 7 лет назад +1

    Pepusch wrote the Overture and original music for the famous "Beggar's Opera"

  • @unagondolaunremo
    @unagondolaunremo 7 лет назад +1

    bravi tutti

  • @gaulandisteinverbrecherisc6259
    @gaulandisteinverbrecherisc6259 2 года назад

    Very interesting. Pepusch composed a parody on the melody of H. Purcell in "The beggar's opera".

  • @sunnyz2074
    @sunnyz2074 7 лет назад +1

    such a sorrow song...:'(

  • @SuperMegguy
    @SuperMegguy 4 года назад

    👍

  • @dustinvu9556
    @dustinvu9556 Год назад

    Recitativo:
    When Loves soft passion
    had usurp’d my breast,
    and Cælias haughty scorn
    destroy’d my rest;
    To silent groves
    and murm’ring streams I fled,
    to sooth my pain
    and thus Complaining said.
    Aria:
    O Love thou know’st my anguish,
    come ease me of my pain.
    (thou know'st my anguish)
    No longer let me languish,
    no longer Sigh in vain.
    Recitativo:
    The God of Love
    who hear’d my pray’r
    this answer gave:
    Cease to be a Slave,
    with bold disdain
    try to regain
    or quit the Cruel fair.
    Aria:
    Why shou’d I Love
    the fair that fly’s me
    and deny’s me
    what alone can cure my smart.
    Her charms no longer
    shall detain me
    nor disdain me,
    I’ll regain my wounded heart.