Come, ye Sons of Art, Z 323 - Purcell, Henry

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"Birthday ode composed for the birthday of Queen Mary, 30 April 1694. The duet "Sound the trumpet", in which that instrument is silent, may have been a practical joke: Michael Shore played in Purcell's band, and the other "listening shore" was perhaps his brother, also a trumpeter."

⌛ Epoche → Barock ◈ Genre / Form → Kantaten

♯ Tonart F major

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → SATB

↕ Tonumfang F – g''

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 753

Textur mixed texture

Stimmen 12

Instrumente SATB, Taiko Drum, Clapping

Seiten 33

CPDL Nr. 15467

Bearbeiter Philip Legge

Veröffentlicht 2007-11-19

Lizenz Personal

♫Tonumfänge

b – f''

Sopranos

g# – g''

Altos

g – d''

Tenors

c – B-4

Basses

F – d''

Schlagwörter

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'''2.''' Come, ye Sons of Art, come away, Tune all your voices and instruments play To celebrate this triumphant day. '''3.''' Sound the trumpet, till around You make the list'ning shores rebound. On the sprightly hautboy play; All the instruments of joy, That skilful numbers can employ, To celebrate the glories of this day. '''4.''' Come, ye Sons of Art, come away, Tune all your voices and instruments play To celebrate this triumphant day. '''5.''' Strike the viol, touch the lute, Wake the harp, inspire the flute. Sing your patroness's praise, In cheerful and harmonious lays. '''6.''' The day that such a blessing gave No common festival should be. What it justly seem'd to crave, Grant, o grant, and let it have The honour of a Jubilee. '''7.''' Bid the virtues, bid the graces To the sacred shrine repair Round the altar take their places Blessing with returns of pray'r Their great defender's care, While Maria's royal zeal Best instructs you how to pray Hourly from her own Conversing with the Eternal Throne. '''8.''' These are the sacred charms that shield Her daring hero in the field; Thus she supports his righteous cause, Thus to aid his immortal pow'r she draws. '''9.''' See Nature, rejoicing, has shown us the way, With innocent revels to welcome the day. The tuneful grove, and talking rill, The laughing vale, the replying hill, With charming harmony unite, The happy season to invite. What the Graces require, And the Muses inspire, Is at once our delight and our duty to pay. Thus Nature, rejoicing, has shown us the way, With innocent revels to welcome the day.

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