Purcell Collection, The - Realizations by Benjamin Britten
SKU: 48019095
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Most of the distinctive Purcell realizations by Benjamin Britten, vocal parts edited by Peter Pears, have been out of print for some years. This new edition collects 49 selections for high voice and 45 selections for medium/low voice. Includes 9 songs from Harmonia Sacra, 24 solo songs and six duets from Orpheus Britannicus, The Queen's Epicedium, and selections from Dido and Aeneas and The Fairy Queen.
- SKU
- 48019095
- Composer
- Purcell, Henry
- Arranger
- Britten, Benjamin
- Voicing
- High Voice
- Manufacturer
- Boosey & Hawkes
- Barcode
- 884088017446
Alleluia
The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation
Job's Curse
Saul and the Witch at Endor
Lord, what is man
We sing to him
Evening Hymn
A Morning Hymn
In the black dismal dungeon of despair
The Queen's Epicedium
I attempt from love's sickness
I take no pleasure
Hark the ech'ing air
Take not a woman's anger ill
How blest are shepherds
Fairest Isle
If music be the food of love (3rd version)
Turn then thine eyes
Music for a while
Pious Celinda
I'll sail upon the Dog-star
On the brow of Richmond Hill
Mad Bess
If music be the food of love (1st version)
There's not a swain of the plain
Not all my torments
Man is for the woman made
Sweeter than roses
Sound the trumpet
I spy Celia
Lost is my quiet
What can we poor females do?
No, resistance is but vain
Shepherd, leave decoying
Let sullen discord smile
Why should men quarrel?
So when the glittering Queen of Night
Thou tun'st this world
'Tis holiday
Sound fame thy brazen trumpet
Shake the cloud from off your brow
Ah, Belinda! I am prest with torment
Fear no danger to ensue
Pursue thy conquest, love
But ere we this perform
Thanks to these lonesome vales
Oft she visits this lov'd mountain
Come away, fellow sailors
When I am laid in earth
Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa
The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation
Job's Curse
Saul and the Witch at Endor
Lord, what is man
We sing to him
Evening Hymn
A Morning Hymn
In the black dismal dungeon of despair
The Queen's Epicedium
I attempt from love's sickness
I take no pleasure
Hark the ech'ing air
Take not a woman's anger ill
How blest are shepherds
Fairest Isle
If music be the food of love (3rd version)
Turn then thine eyes
Music for a while
Pious Celinda
I'll sail upon the Dog-star
On the brow of Richmond Hill
Mad Bess
If music be the food of love (1st version)
There's not a swain of the plain
Not all my torments
Man is for the woman made
Sweeter than roses
Sound the trumpet
I spy Celia
Lost is my quiet
What can we poor females do?
No, resistance is but vain
Shepherd, leave decoying
Let sullen discord smile
Why should men quarrel?
So when the glittering Queen of Night
Thou tun'st this world
'Tis holiday
Sound fame thy brazen trumpet
Shake the cloud from off your brow
Ah, Belinda! I am prest with torment
Fear no danger to ensue
Pursue thy conquest, love
But ere we this perform
Thanks to these lonesome vales
Oft she visits this lov'd mountain
Come away, fellow sailors
When I am laid in earth
Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa