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Topsongs van David Butt Philip

Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Butt Philip
David Butt Philip
Tenor
London Mozart Players
London Mozart Players
Orchester
William Vann
William Vann
Dirigent:in
James Orford
James Orford
Orgel
Simon Blendis
Simon Blendis
Leiter:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sir Charles Hubert Parry
Sir Charles Hubert Parry
Komponist:in
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jeremy Dibble
Jeremy Dibble
Schnitttechniker:in

Songteksten

Jupiter (Tenor)
Ye congregated pow'rs of heav'n, who share
The glory and the strength of him ye serve,
Rejoice! henceforth I am omnipotent.
All else had been subdued to me; alone
The soul of man, like unextinguish'd fire,
Yet burns towards heav'n with fierce reproach, and doubt,
Hurling up insurrection, which might make
Our antique empire insecure, though built
On eldest faith, and hell's coeval, fear;
And though my curses through the pendulous air,
36Like snow on herbless peaks, fall flake by flake,
And cling to it; though under my wrath's night
It climbs the crags of life, step after step,
It yet remains supreme o'er misery,
Aspiring, unrepress'd, yet soon to fall:
Ev'n now I have begotten a strange wonder,
That fatal child, the terror of the earth,
Who waits but till the destined hour arrive,
To redescend and trample out the spark.
Pour forth heav'n's wine, Idæan Ganymede,
And let it fill the Dædal cups like fire,
And from the flow'r-inwoven soil divine,
Ye all-triumphant harmonies arise,
Drink! be the nectar circling through your veins
The soul of joy, ye ever-living Gods,
Till exultation burst in one wide voice
Like music from Elysian winds.
Written by: Percy Bysshe Shelley, Sir Charles Hubert Parry
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