Lady of the Harbor - Lee Hoiby

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  • "Lady of the Harbor" (1985,) from the cycle "Three Women" by Lee Hoiby (1926-2011)
    Emma Lazarus' (1849-1887)1883 sonnet, "The New Colossus," is the source of lines inscribed on a plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty in 1903.
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    Marlissa Hudson, soprano - MarlissaHudson.com
    Marvin Mills, piano - MarvinMills.net

ความคิดเห็น • 11

  • @Wkkbooks
    @Wkkbooks 4 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Fabulous!

  • @paulheins8945
    @paulheins8945 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Beautiful performance!

  • @alicenelson8615
    @alicenelson8615 4 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Stunning!

  • @angelawray5897
    @angelawray5897 5 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    A message from the heart of many. This is stellar delivery, open heart, open spirit and compassion for the future of humanity. Great Performance , Marlissa and Marvin!

  • @minacciosa
    @minacciosa 4 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Bravo to both of you. Fabulously done.

  • @MsGenuineheart
    @MsGenuineheart 5 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Bravo! Bravo! Beautiful Marlie!!!!

  • @morganbyrd1981
    @morganbyrd1981 5 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    WOW, what musicality! Absolutely phenomenal!

  • @kulriggs
    @kulriggs 5 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    This is a consummate, theatrical presentation! Brava!!!

  • @Joe8211943
    @Joe8211943 4 ปีที่แล้ว

    What a voice and so much feeling!! Beautiful!

  • @GarthAstrology
    @GarthAstrology 4 ปีที่แล้ว

    Hi Marvin! Remember me? Antoine Garth from Washington, DC? I'm so glad to see you're still around and looking fresh as a daisy! I remember when you played this for Marymal Holmes at her recital at Calvary Presbyterian. All the best!

  • @sopranoharpist
    @sopranoharpist 2 ปีที่แล้ว

    The New Colossus
    by Emma Lazarus
    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
    “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
    With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”