Фишер-Дискау, Дитрих: Бетховен Людвиг ван, 26 валлийских песен (26 Walisische Lieder): № 14 «The Dream» WoO 155/14(

Название в каталоге: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155.

Исполнительский состав: 1-2 голос(s), скрипка, виолончель, фортепиано (или арфа).

Создано: 1810-15.

Отдельный номер 14 из соответствующего сборника; это не весь цикл.

Дополнительные сведения:
This Welsh folk song is the original version of the song which is now catalogued as WoO 155 Nr. 14. This version differs in the ritornello between the verses and in the conclusion. The manuscript of this version is in the Paris Conservatory.

Last night worn with anguish that tortur`d my breast,
When my senses benumb`d I at length sank to rest;
The passion that waking has ruled o`er my mind
Still woke in my dreams where it rov`d unconfin`d.

Methought that my fair one, o`ercome by my pain,
Assented at length to reward her fond swain;
And soon at the altar she stood by my side,
To the priest I already `I will` had replied.

Her reply I awaited with transport of soul,
When, death to my hopes! did the matin bell toll,
I started, awoke, and with horror I found,
`Twas a dream that maliciously fled at the sound.

O Vision that thus hast beguiled my poor heart!
Fly to her and shew all the truth without art;
Present me the victim of love and despair,
And incline to compassion the obdurate fair.

Номер в сборнике: Duet - The dream. Andantino (си-бемоль мажор).

Исполняемый текст (оригинал):
Last night worn with anguish that
tortur’d my breast,
When my senses benumb’d I at length
sank to rest;
The passion that waking has ruled o’er
my mind
Still woke in my dreams where it rov’d
unconfin’d.
Methought that my fair one, o’ercome
by my pain,
Assented at length to reward her fond
swain;
And soon at the altar she stood by my
side,
To the priest I already “I will” had
replied.
Her reply I awaited with transport of
soul,
When, death to my hopes! did the
matin bell toll,
I started, awoke, and with horror I
found,
‘Twas a dream that maliciously fled at
the sound.

Based on a text in Welsh by Dafydd ap
Gwilym (c1340-c1400) , Y Breuddwyd

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	Людвиг ван Бетховен (1770–1827) 26 валлийских песен (26 Walisische Lieder): № 14 «The Dream», WoO 155/14 Скачать ноты Название в каталоге: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155. Исполнительский состав: 1-2 голос(s), скрипка, виолончель, фортепиано (или арфа). Создано: 1810-15. Отдельный номер 14 из соответствующего сборника;... Читать дальше Название в каталоге: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155. Исполнительский состав: 1-2 голос(s), скрипка, виолончель, фортепиано (или арфа). Создано: 1810-15. Отдельный номер 14 из соответствующего сборника; это не весь цикл. Дополнительные сведения: This Welsh folk song is the original version of the song which is now catalogued as WoO 155 Nr. 14. This version differs in the ritornello between the verses and in the conclusion. The manuscript of this version is in the Paris Conservatory. Last night worn with anguish that tortur`d my breast, When my senses benumb`d I at length sank to rest; The passion that waking has ruled o`er my mind Still woke in my dreams where it rov`d unconfin`d. Methought that my fair one, o`ercome by my pain, Assented at length to reward her fond swain; And soon at the altar she stood by my side, To the priest I already `I will` had replied. Her reply I awaited with transport of soul, When, death to my hopes! did the matin bell toll, I started, awoke, and with horror I found, `Twas a dream that maliciously fled at the sound. O Vision that thus hast beguiled my poor heart! Fly to her and shew all the truth without art; Present me the victim of love and despair, And incline to compassion the obdurate fair. Номер в сборнике: Duet - The dream. Andantino (си-бемоль мажор). Исполняемый текст (оригинал): Last night worn with anguish that tortur’d my breast, When my senses benumb’d I at length sank to rest; The passion that waking has ruled o’er my mind Still woke in my dreams where it rov’d unconfin’d. Methought that my fair one, o’ercome by my pain, Assented at length to reward her fond swain; And soon at the altar she stood by my side, To the priest I already “I will” had replied. Her reply I awaited with transport of soul, When, death to my hopes! did the matin bell toll, I started, awoke, and with horror I found, ‘Twas a dream that maliciously fled at the sound. Based on a text in Welsh by Dafydd ap Gwilym (c1340-c1400) , Y Breuddwyd Х Свернуть Дитрих Фишер-Дискау (баритон) , Виктория де Лос Анхелес (сопрано), Джеральд Мур (фортепиано), Ирмгард Поппен (виолончель) Скачать Поделиться VK MAX — скопировать ссылку Telegram WhatsApp Facebook X Reddit Скопировать ссылку (6)