| 1 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Symphony |
Henry Purcell |
9:37 |
| 2 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia |
Henry Purcell |
4:42 |
| 3 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hark! Hark! Each tree its silence breaks |
Henry Purcell |
3:59 |
| 4 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 'Tis Nature's voice: thro' all the moving wood of creatures understood |
Henry Purcell |
4:12 |
| 5 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Soul of the world! inspir'd by thee the jarring seeds of matter did agree |
Henry Purcell |
2:32 |
| 6 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Thou tun'st this world below, the spheres above |
Henry Purcell |
5:13 |
| 7 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 With that sublime celestial lay dare any eahtly songs compare? |
Henry Purcell |
3:06 |
| 8 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Wondrous machine! to thee the warbling lute, though us'd to conquest |
Henry Purcell |
2:16 |
| 9 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The airy violin and lofty viol quit the field |
Henry Purcell |
1:22 |
| 10 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar jointly labour to inspire |
Henry Purcell |
6:17 |
| 11 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The fife and all the harmony of war in vain attempt the passions to alarm |
Henry Purcell |
3:01 |
| 12 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Let these among themselves contest which can discharge its single duty best |
Henry Purcell |
2:31 |
| 13 |
Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia |
Henry Purcell |
4:25 |
| 14 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Ouverture |
Henry Purcell |
4:10 |
| 15 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, ye sons of art, away |
Henry Purcell |
1:59 |
| 16 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Sound the trumpet till around you make the listening shores rebound |
Henry Purcell |
2:27 |
| 17 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, come, ye sons of art, come, come away |
Henry Purcell |
1:22 |
| 18 |
Come, ye sons orfart, away, Z323 Strike the viol, touch the lute |
Henry Purcell |
4:45 |
| 19 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 The day that such a blessing gave no common festival should be |
Henry Purcell |
2:32 |
| 20 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Bid the virtues, bid the Graces to the sacred shrine repair |
Henry Purcell |
3:31 |
| 21 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 These are the sacred charms that shield her daring hero in the field |
Henry Purcell |
1:40 |
| 22 |
Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 See Nature, rejoicing has shown us the way |
Henry Purcell |
2:59 |