Thomas Tomkins: Songs of 4,5 & 6 Parts
Songs of 4,5 & 6 Parts
CD
CD (Compact Disc)
Herkömmliche CD, die mit allen CD-Playern und Computerlaufwerken, aber auch mit den meisten SACD- oder Multiplayern abspielbar ist.
- Music divine, proceeding from above; To the shady woods new wend we; O let me live for true love; See, see the sheperds' Queen; Phyllis, yet see him dying; When I observe those beauty's wonderments; Too much I once lamented; Fond men that do so highly prize; Oyez! Has any found a lad; Weep no more, thou sorry Boy; Oft did I marle how in thine eyes; Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers; Our hasty life away doth post; Come, sheperds, sing with me; How great delight from those sweet lips I taste; No more I will thy love importune; Phillys, there is no god for Love; Fusca, in thy starry eyes; Cloris, when I was woo; Woe is me! That I am constrained; Turn unto the Lord our God; It is well-beloved's voice; When David heard that Absalom was slain; Love, cease tormenting; Was ever wretch tormented
Rezensionen
''of the 26 madrigals and anthems here, 16 are not otherwise available on disc - reason alone to welcome this delightful recording.' BBC Music Magazine
'One of the most exciting mixed vocal ensembles around at the moment rejoices in the name I Fagiolini - 'the little beans'. They are an irrepressible force in the Early Music world bringing bags of style, energy and dramatic excitement to everything they touch.' International Record Review
- Tracklisting
- Mitwirkende
Disk 1 von 1 (CD)
- 1 Music divine, proceeding from above
- 2 To the shady wodds now wend we
- 3 O let live for true love
- 4 See, see the shepherd's queen
- 5 Phyllis, yet see him dying
- 6 When I observe those beauty's wonderments
- 7 Too much I once lamented
- 8 Fond men that do so highly prize
- 9 Oyez! Has any found a lad
- 10 Weep no more, thou sorry boy
- 11 Oft did I marle how in this eyes
- 12 Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers!
- 13 Our hasty life away doth post
- 14 Come, shepherds, sing with me
- 15 How great delight from those sweet lips I taste
- 16 No more I will thy love importune
- 17 Phyllis, now cease to move me
- 18 Sure, there is no god of Love!
- 19 Fusca, in thy starry eyes
- 20 Cloris, when as I woo
- 21 Woe is me! That I am constrained
- 22 Turn unto the Lord our God
- 23 It is my well-beloved's voice
- 24 When David heard Adsalom was slain
- 25 Love, cease tormenting
- 26 Was ever wretch tormented
