Bacchus is a pow'r divine, Z 360 (Henry Purcell): Difference between revisions

From ChoralWiki
Jump to navigation Jump to search
m (Text replacement - " " to " ")
(→‎Music files: Exported PDF file as MXL one, uploaded and added link)
 
(6 intermediate revisions by 3 users not shown)
Line 1: Line 1:
==Music files==
==Music files==
{{#Legend:}}
{{#Legend:}}
*{{PostedDate|2010-06-15}} {{CPDLno|21791}} [[Media:Pur-bac.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Pur-bac.mid|{{mid}}]]
*{{PostedDate|2010-06-15}} {{CPDLno|21791}} [[Media:Pur-bac.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Pur-bac.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Pur-bac.mxl|{{XML}}]]
{{Editor|Lewis Jones|2010-06-15}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|41}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Lewis Jones|2010-06-15}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|41}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:'''
:{{EdNotes|}}


==General Information==
==General Information==
Line 9: Line 9:
{{Composer|Henry Purcell}}
{{Composer|Henry Purcell}}


{{Voicing|1|Solo Bass}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|Solo Bass}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Basso continuo}}
{{Instruments|Basso continuo}}
{{Pub|1|}}
{{Pub|1|}}
 
{{Descr| }}
'''Description:'''
{{#ExtWeb:}}
 
'''External websites:'''
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
{{Text|English|

Latest revision as of 21:41, 6 February 2023

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
Icon_pdf.gif Pdf
Icon_snd.gif Midi
MusicXML.png MusicXML
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help
  • (Posted 2010-06-15)  CPDL #21791:       
Editor: Lewis Jones (submitted 2010-06-15).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 41 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Bacchus is a pow'r divine
Composer: Henry Purcell

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Bass solo
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

First published:
Description: 

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Bacchus is a pow'r divine,
For he no sooner fills my head
With mighty wine,
But all my cares resign,
And droop, then sink down dead.

Then the pleasing thoughts begin,
And I in riches flow,
At least I fancy so.

And without thought of want I sign,
Stretch'd on the earth, my head all around
With flowers weav'd into a garland crown'd.
Then I begin to live,
And scorn what all the world can show or give.

Let the brave fools that fondly think
Of honour, and delight,
To make a noise and fight
Go seek out war, whilst I seek peace and drink.

Then fill my glass, fill it high,
Some perhaps think it fit to fall and die,
But when the bottles rang'd to make war with me,
The fighting fool shall see, when I am sunk,
The diff'rence to lie dead, and lie dead drunk.