Extraordinary performance, despite the lack of authentic instruments. I am particularly struck by the fast tempos, the tight direction, the sensitive solo instrumentalists and the great soloists. Rowan Pierce is one of the best Haendel sopranos I have ever seen.
Extraordinário a clareza sonora. Escuta-se todos os instrumentos, assim como todas as notas. Não à toa dizem que esta é uma das melhores salas de concerto do mundo. Impecável interpretação.
Overture: Larghetto e staccato-allegro-minuet 00:05 Recitative (tenor): From harmony, from heavenly harmony 04:44 Chorus: From harmony, from heavenly harmony 07:36 Aria (soprano): What passion cannot music raise and quell! 11:14 Aria (tenor) and Chorus: The trumpet's loud clangour 17:51kk March 21:28 Aria (soprano): The soft complaining flute 23:51 Aria (tenor): Sharp violins proclaim their jealous pangs 28:22 Aria (soprano): But oh! What art can teach 32:34 Aria (soprano): Orpheus could lead the savage race 36:04 Recitative (soprano) and Chorus : As from the power of sacred lays 37:51
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 1687 By John Dryden From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony This universal frame began. When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise ye more than dead. Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's pow'r obey. From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man. What passion cannot music raise and quell! When Jubal struck the corded shell, His list'ning brethren stood around And wond'ring, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound: Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell! The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thund'ring drum Cries, hark the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains and height of passion, For the fair, disdainful dame. But oh! what art can teach What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race; And trees unrooted left their place; Sequacious of the lyre: But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r; When to her organ, vocal breath was giv'n, An angel heard, and straight appear'd Mistaking earth for Heav'n. As from the pow'r of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the bless'd above; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And music shall untune the sky.
I had forgotten how beautiful Handel's "Ode for St Cecilia's Day is! I am transported to Paradise!
Fundamental!! Hermosa!! Una deleitable interpretación. Gracias por la musica!!
Extraordinary performance, despite the lack of authentic instruments. I am particularly struck by the fast tempos, the tight direction, the sensitive solo instrumentalists and the great soloists. Rowan Pierce is one of the best Haendel sopranos I have ever seen.
Delightful!
Mankind will never again produce music on par with this.
Extraordinário a clareza sonora. Escuta-se todos os instrumentos, assim como todas as notas. Não à toa dizem que esta é uma das melhores salas de concerto do mundo. Impecável interpretação.
Overture: Larghetto e staccato-allegro-minuet 00:05
Recitative (tenor): From harmony, from heavenly harmony 04:44
Chorus: From harmony, from heavenly harmony 07:36
Aria (soprano): What passion cannot music raise and quell! 11:14
Aria (tenor) and Chorus: The trumpet's loud clangour 17:51kk
March 21:28
Aria (soprano): The soft complaining flute 23:51
Aria (tenor): Sharp violins proclaim their jealous pangs 28:22
Aria (soprano): But oh! What art can teach 32:34
Aria (soprano): Orpheus could lead the savage race 36:04
Recitative (soprano) and Chorus : As from the power of sacred lays 37:51
Tremendamente maravilloso;❤❤❤👏👏👏
A lovely performance. Thankyou.
Wonderful... Thank you..!!
Brilliant 🎉👏👏👏
👏👏👏👏
Thank you for sharing ❤️
Wonderfully inspiring and beautifully performed
BRAVO!!!!! 🙏🏆👍
She is a ❤😊true Angel.
Lovely 😍
11:15 ❤❤❤❤
Bardzo przyjemne🤗
18:35
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 1687
By John Dryden
From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony
This universal frame began.
When Nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arise ye more than dead.
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And music's pow'r obey.
From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in man.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
When Jubal struck the corded shell,
His list'ning brethren stood around
And wond'ring, on their faces fell
To worship that celestial sound:
Less than a god they thought there could not dwell
Within the hollow of that shell
That spoke so sweetly and so well.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
The trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms
With shrill notes of anger
And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat
Of the thund'ring drum
Cries, hark the foes come;
Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat.
The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
Fury, frantic indignation,
Depth of pains and height of passion,
For the fair, disdainful dame.
But oh! what art can teach
What human voice can reach
The sacred organ's praise?
Notes inspiring holy love,
Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways
To mend the choirs above.
Orpheus could lead the savage race;
And trees unrooted left their place;
Sequacious of the lyre:
But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r;
When to her organ, vocal breath was giv'n,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd
Mistaking earth for Heav'n.
As from the pow'r of sacred lays
The spheres began to move,
And sung the great Creator's praise
To all the bless'd above;
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky.