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I thought it was him lover there!!!  |
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« Reply #4217 on: 20:13:51, 27-08-2008 » |
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bbm,  I meant to say(typos again Mort, sorry!), him over there!!!! |
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« Reply #4218 on: 20:21:22, 27-08-2008 » |
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Blimey bbm, don't keep us in suspense! Who over where? Or have I missed something? Entirely possible  |
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« Reply #4219 on: 20:23:22, 27-08-2008 » |
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KityBrition started it!!! He may be behind you!!!  |
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« Reply #4220 on: 20:58:50, 27-08-2008 » |
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Where'ere you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade. |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #4221 on: 21:08:38, 27-08-2008 » |
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What's your handel!!!
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« Reply #4222 on: 21:23:04, 27-08-2008 » |
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Where'ere you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade. ...... Where e'er you tread
The blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things perish
Where e'er you turn your eyes......as I always nearly sang. |
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« Reply #4223 on: 21:30:53, 27-08-2008 » |
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hank youj Mary for that!!! I never know the words to that song!
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« Reply #4224 on: 21:42:58, 27-08-2008 » |
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Hello bbm,
I had such a busy day. I nearly run off my feet. And then I have a new mobile phone that is too difficult for me to operate.
I am so tired and exhausted.
How are you?
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« Reply #4225 on: 22:04:39, 27-08-2008 » |
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hank youj Mary for that!!! I never know the words to that song!
Er... they aren't quite right, BBM. I used to get the words confused. Here are the right ones, written, I believe, by William Congreve: Where e'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade.
Where e'er you tread
The blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish
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« Reply #4226 on: 22:20:06, 27-08-2008 » |
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I think the words are from Alexander Pope's Summer, but I will check. If so they were an addition to Congreve's original libretto for Eccles.
(Although I am enthusiatic about Pope and Augustan poetry, those lines make me realise why Wordsworth was regarded as a breath of fresh air. Pity really.)
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #4227 on: 22:33:33, 27-08-2008 » |
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You're absolutely right, DB. Thank you. Come to think of it, I did once know somewhere in the back of my mind that they were by Pope, which would explain the surprise I felt when the treacherous Mr Google told me they were by Congreve.
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« Reply #4228 on: 23:11:54, 27-08-2008 » |
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And in Pope they would not have been printed as a quatrain, but as English heroic couplets (ie two rhyming lines of ten syllables each.) Pope used this metre with amazing flexibility, as did Dryden from whom he learnt it, but it was a straight jacket for most lesser C18 English poets. Handel can overcome the straight jacket rather wonderfully. The eight line couplet is not noticeable in his setting of this from Acis and Galatea:
Wretched Lovers, Fate has cast
This stern decree, no joy shall last.
Wretched Lovers, quit your dream.
Behold the monster Polypheme.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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« Reply #4229 on: 23:27:24, 27-08-2008 » |
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The original of the words of Jupiter's gorgeous aria in Act 2 of Semele Where'er you walk are to be found in Alexander Pope's Pastorals: Summer lines 72-75.
I can remember singing it in unison in Music classes at my ghastly prep school on Saturday mornings together with Cherry Ripe, Strawberry Fair and Hearts of Oak.
Then I heard it on Radio 3 on the proms when I was in my late teens, sung in a complete performance with Gerald English as Jupiter and the magnificent Helen Watts as Juno (and probably Heather Harper as Semele and Paul Esswood as Athamas) and realised that classical music was not soppy romantic piano concerti and Puccini slurpy declamations after all. Hey, it could be as fun as Gilbert and Sullivan, and a whole sight more classy.
I was so glad to recognise the hit tune, thanks to those classes.
Semele, rather than Messiah, was my introduction to Handel oratorio.
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