Funeral Music of Queen Mary de Henry Purcell

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  • Опубліковано 28 вер 2024
  • Concert du 25 mai 2022 à l'église St-Michel de Fribourg
    Choeur St-Michel, dir. Philippe Savoy
    Elizaveta Lobanova: orgue
    Florian Baccuet et Tomoki Iwasaki: trompettes
    Antoine Destéphany et Franko Casanova: trombones
    Louis-Alexandre Overney: timbales et tambour

КОМЕНТАРІ • 12

  • @rcgesq
    @rcgesq 4 місяці тому +1

    I love hearing the (very slight) French accent. Magnificent.

  • @MichaelRoosendaal
    @MichaelRoosendaal 6 місяців тому +2

    Beautiful..

  • @lorenzoj.fuentes7431
    @lorenzoj.fuentes7431 6 місяців тому +2

    Bien por el intérprete de los timbales. Expresa un gran control y contención. Otro se hubiera vuelto loco 🤡. El tema incita.

  • @shawnhampton8503
    @shawnhampton8503 Рік тому +8

    Beautiful. Actually not written for Queen Mary's funeral, except for "Thou Knowest Lord, the Secrets of our Hearts". These Purcell funeral Sentences were written much earlier. The funeral of Queen Mary at Westminster used the funeral sentences by Thomas Morley, who was a long time choir master at the Abbey and it was tradition to use his settings. Purcell did contribute the one Sentence "Thou Knowest,..."

  • @Aeneiden
    @Aeneiden 3 місяці тому +2

    There was me...

  • @mavisemberson8737
    @mavisemberson8737 13 днів тому

    Correct slow march for movement of a coffin . The drums are excellent.

  • @paulziolo9241
    @paulziolo9241 2 роки тому +3

    HAVE, fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear to me, so arch-especiàl a spirit as heaves in Henry Purcell,
    An age is now since passed, since parted; with the reversal
    Of the outward sentence low lays him, listed to a heresy, here.
    Not mood in him nor meaning, proud fire or sacred fear, Or love or pity or all that sweet notes not his might nursle:
    I'is the forgèd feature finds me; t'is the rehearsal
    Of own, of abrupt self there (that) so thrusts on, so throngs the ear.
    Let him Oh! with his air of angels then lift me, lay me! only I’ll
    Have an eye to the sakes of him, quaint moonmarks, to his pelted plumage under
    Wings: so some great stormfowl, whenever he has walked his while
    The thunder-purple seabeach plumèd purple-of-thunder,
    If a wuthering of his palmy snow-pinions scatter a colossal smile Off him, but meaning motion fans fresh our wits with wonder.

    • @trantrad
      @trantrad Рік тому +1

      Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem by G. M. Hopkins!

  • @lorenzoj.fuentes7431
    @lorenzoj.fuentes7431 6 місяців тому

    Está bien. Purcell siempre está bien. Pero veo (oigo) que está realizada con instrumentos modernos. Eso... Aunque suene snob, se nota. Yo lo noto.