Blest as th'immortal gods is he (William Jackson of Exeter): Difference between revisions
(text, etc.) |
m (Text replacement - "* {{PostedDate|2022-" to "*{{PostedDate|2022-") |
||
(2 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown) | |||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
{{#Legend:}} | {{#Legend:}} | ||
*{{PostedDate|2022-08-11}} {{CPDLno|70380}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/148359.shtml {{net}}] | *{{PostedDate|2022-08-11}} {{CPDLno|70380}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/148359.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-08-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|11|929}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-08-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|11|929}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | ||
:{{EdNotes|Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Figured bass realised editorially}} | :{{EdNotes|Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Figured bass realised editorially.}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== |
Latest revision as of 02:24, 1 January 2023
Music files
ICON | SOURCE |
---|---|
Web Page | |
File details | |
Help |
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-08-11). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 929 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Figured bass realised editorially.
General Information
Title: Blest as th'immortal gods is he
Composer: William Jackson of Exeter
Lyricist: Sappho (trans. Ambrose Philips)create page
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: solo high
Genre: Secular, Aria
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo, strings accompaniment
First published: c.1755
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Blest as th'immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee;
And hears and sees thee all the while,
Sweetly speak and sweetly smile.
'Twas this depriv'd my soul of rest,
And rais'd such tumults in my breast;
For while I gaz'd, in transport toss'd,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost.
My bosom glow'd a subtle flame,
Ran quick thro' all my vital frame:
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd;
My blood with gentle horror thrill'd.
My feeble pulse forgot to play,
I fainted, sunk and died away.