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Original

The Purcell Collection - Realizations by Benjamin Britten. Henry Purcell. High Voice sheet music. Voice Solo sheet music. Piano Accompaniment sheet music.

Translation

The Purcell Collection - Realizations by Benjamin Britten. Henry Purcell. High Voice sheet music. Voice Solo sheet music. Piano Accompaniment sheet music.

Original

The Purcell Collection - Realizations by Benjamin Britten. 50 Songs High Voice. Composed by Henry Purcell. 1659-1695. Edited by Richard Walters. Arranged by Benjamin Britten. For High Voice, Piano Accompaniment. Boosey & Hawkes Voice. Softcover. 272 pages. Boosey & Hawkes #M051933761. Published by Boosey & Hawkes. HL.48019095. ISBN 142342252X. 9x12 inches. 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. Alleluia. Evening Hymn. Take Not A Woman's Anger Ill. Fairest Isle. Turn Then Thine Eyes. Music for A While. Pious Celinda. On the Brow of Richmond Hill. Mad Bess. Man Is for the Woman Made. Sound The Trumpet. Lost is My Quiet. Thanks to these lonesome vales. When I Am Laid In Earth. The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation. Job's Curse. Saul and the Witch at Endor. Lord, what is man. We Sing To Him. 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. How blest are shepherds. If music be the food of love. 3rd version. I'll sail upon the Dog-star. If music be the food of love. 1st version. There's not a swain of the plain. Not all my torments. Sweeter than roses. I spy Celia. 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. Oft she visits this lov'd mountain. Come away, fellow sailors. Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa.

Translation

The Purcell Collection - Realizations by Benjamin Britten. 50 Songs High Voice. Composed by Henry Purcell. 1659-1695. Edited by Richard Walters. Arranged by Benjamin Britten. For High Voice, Piano Accompaniment. Boosey . Softcover. 272 pages. Буси. Published by Boosey . HL.48019095. ISBN 142342252X. 9x12 inches. 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. Alleluia. Evening Hymn. Take Not A Woman's Anger Ill. Fairest Isle. Turn Then Thine Eyes. Music for A While. Pious Celinda. On the Brow of Richmond Hill. Mad Bess. Man Is for the Woman Made. Sound The Trumpet. Lost is My Quiet. Thanks to these lonesome vales. When I Am Laid In Earth. The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation. Job's Curse. Saul and the Witch at Endor. Lord, what is man. We Sing To Him. 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. How blest are shepherds. If music be the food of love. 3rd version. I'll sail upon the Dog-star. If music be the food of love. 1st version. There's not a swain of the plain. Not all my torments. Sweeter than roses. I spy Celia. 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. Oft she visits this lov'd mountain. Come away, fellow sailors. Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa.