John Wilbye: Madrigale "Draw On Sweet Night" on CD
Madrigale "Draw On Sweet Night"
Conventional CD, playable with all CD players and computer drives, but also with most SACD or multiplayers.
Draw on sweet night; Weepe O mine eies; Adew sweet Amaryllis; Sweet hony-sucking Bees; Thou art but yong; Cruell, behold; I liue, and yet me thinks; I loue, alas, yet am not loued; Oft have I uowede; Downe in a ualley; When shall my wretched life; O what shall I doe; Loue not me; Happy, o happy he; There where I saw; Lady, your words doe spite me; O Wretched man; Yee restlesse thoughts; Lady when I behold; Thus faith my Cloris bright; Weep, weep, mine eyes; Flora gave mee fairest flowers; All pleasure is of this condition; Of ioys and pleasing pains; Where most my thoughts
- Artists:
- I Fagiolini, Robert Hollingworth
- Label:
- Coro
- Year of recording ca.:
- 2021
- Item number:
- 10870612
- UPC/EAN:
- 0828021619021
- Release date:
- 8.4.2022
Trailers/Video trailers
Kennern gilt John Wilbye (1574-1638) als einer der wichtigsten englischen Komponisten des späten Elisabethanischen Zeitalters. Das britische Ensemble I Fagiolini ehrt hier seinen Landsmann mit einem repräsentativen Querschnitt durch sein Madrigalschaffen, das dem Hörer mal mit klangvollen Dissonanzen, mal mit bittersüßer englischer Melancholie 75 Minuten ungetrübtes ,Madrigalvergnügen" bereitet.
Reviews
»So delikat möchte man sich gern unterhalten lassen: In kunstvollem Satz, emotional berührt, nobel in der Gesamtwirkung. I Fagiolini mit einem schönen, lohnenden Wilbye-Porträt.« (klassik.com)Disk 1 von 1 (CD)
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1 Draw on, sweet night
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2 Weep, O mine eyes
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3 Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
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4 Sweet honey-sucking bees / Yet, sweet, take heed
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5 Thou art but young
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6 Cruel, behold my heavy ending
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7 I live, and yet methinks / There is a jewel
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8 I love, alas, yet am not loved
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9 Oft have I vowed
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10 Down in a valley / Hard destinies
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11 When shall my wretched life
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12 O what shall I do?
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13 Love not me for comely grace
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14 Happy, O happy he
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15 There where I saw
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16 Lady, your words do spite me
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17 O wretched man
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18 Ye restless thoughts
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19 Lady, when I behold
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20 Thus saith my Cloris bright
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21 Weep, weep, mine eyes
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22 Flora gave me fairest flowers
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23 All pleasure is of this condition
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24 Of joys and pleasing pains / My throat is sore
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25 Where most my thoughts / Despiteful thus
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