Escape: Chorus from Euripides' Hippolytos - Corelis, Jon

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"A sung chorus from my play ''EURIPIDES’ HIPPOLYTOS: a modern performance version in verse with music.'' In this play the choral odes are set to music adapted from the medieval secular repertory; here, the melody is from Konrad von Würzburg's ''Winter.'' (My English translation from the original Middle High German of this work set to the same melody is also available on ChoralWiki.) My translation of the lyrics from the Greek is necessarily rather free, but is close enough to be recognizable as a translation. This score is for unaccompanied a cappella female voice: the number of singers, division of parts, and possible accompaniment are left to be decided by performers at production. In this sound file, synth female la-la voice is used to simulate the vocal. The entire play is available at the link given below. The lyrics are also given below."

◈ Genre / Form → Partsongs

♯ Tonart F minor

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → SoloS

◆ Difficulty

Anfänger

↕ Tonumfang E-4 – D-5

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 54

Textur Monophon

Stimmen 1

Instrumente Solo S

Seiten 2

CPDL Nr. 24438

Bearbeiter Jon Corelis

Veröffentlicht 2011-09-10

Lizenz Personal

♫Tonumfänge

MusicXML Part

E-4 – D-5

Schlagwörter

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¶Liedtext

O that god would change me to a sea-bird, soaring in the sunset, joyously and free, leaving all my sorrow for my own tomorrow, far beyond this lying world’s illusion. I would fly away to that bright garden past the ocean’s ending, where eternity nourishes the flowers through their perfect hours never touched by human life’s confusion. To fly away, away, away, away, away on wings of wishing, where the golden apples swell in ripeness, and the fertile meadows bloom abundantly, bringing forth earth’s treasures for the deathless pleasures granted to the gods in calm profusion. White-winged Cretan ship that brought my princess from her happy childhood to a queen’s despair, fatal was your leaving Crete for a deceiving wedding-song that was a dirge of sadness. Dark and evil was her hour of sailing, luckless was her landfall, doomed to pain and care, crushed beneath the mighty storm of Aphrodite, wrecked by her unholy passion’s madness. And now to die, to die, to die, to die, to die is all her longing. I see my queen retired within her chamber, weeping under fortune worse than she can bear, fastening from its ceiling her last means of healing ills that stain her life and end all gladness.

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