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Title: |
L'allegro, il Penseroso, ed il moderato |
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Performers: |
Intérpretes: Monteverdi Choir; English Baroque Soloists; John Eliot Gardiner (maestro); Michael Ginn, Patrizia Kwella, Marie McLaughlin, Jennifer Smith (soprano); Maldwyn Davies, Martyn Hill (tenor); Stephen Varcoe (baixo).
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Publication: |
Germany : Erato, 1995 |
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| Series: | (Gardiner Collection) | |
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ISRC: |
Erato: 4509-99723-2 |
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| Physical Description: | 2 discos (CD) (ca. 90 min.) : stereo; 12 cm + Libreto | |
| Notes: | No do Serviço de Aquisições e Tratamento Técnico | |
| Music Category/Genre: | Classical Music | |
| Call Number: | 300.HAN.04793/AB+ |
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TRACKS* / CONTENTS: |
Ajuda
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Hence loathed melancholy.
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2.
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Come, thou Goddess.
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Come, rather, Goddess.
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Haste thee, nymph.
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Haste thee, nymph.
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Come, and trip it.
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Come, pensive nun.
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Come, but keep thy wonted state. Join with thee.
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Hence, loathed Melancholy. And if I give the honour due.
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First, and chief, on golden wing.
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If I give thee honour due.
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Oft on a plat of rising ground.
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Far from all resort of Mirth.
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If I give thee honour due.
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Straight mine eye.
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Or let the merry bells. And young and old come.
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Hence, vain deluding joys.
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Thus night oft see me.
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3.
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Populous cities.
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There let Hymen oft appear.
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Me, when the sun begins to fling.
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I'll to the well-trod stage anon.
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And ever against eating cares.
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Orpheus self may heave his head.
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These delights if thou canst give.
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But let my due feet never fail.
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There let the pealing organ blow. And let their sweetness.
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May at last my weary age. These pleasures, Melancholy, give.
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Hence, boast not. All this company serene.
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14.
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Come, with gentle hand restrain.
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15.
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No more short life.
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As steals the morn upon the night.
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Thy pleasures, Moderation, give.
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