Ista velox aquila

Philippe de Vitry (31 ottobre 1291-1361): Vos qui admiramini virgines / Gratissima virginis species / Gaude gloriosa, mottetto isoritmico a 4 voci. Cantica Symphonia, dir. Giuseppe Maletto.

Triplum:
Vos qui admiramini virgines,
si virgini pro ceteris eligende
dignati fuerimus nubere,
dum nupsimus tanquam valde diligende.
Ista pulchra specie humilis maneriæ
ac opere virtuosa,
turpis vestrum altera
ausu nimis aspera
necnon virtutes exosa.
Ista lux, nox nubila,
Ista velox aquila,
vos colubres gradientes,
Ista super æterna regnat
vos in misera valle languentis egentes.
Ista virgo regia dulcis est amasia
mea sponsa quæpia.
Rex ego sum, hæc regina.
Quod tanta referimus?
Nos qui cuncta novimus
dignam preelegimus
et ut rosam hanc præspina.
Urgite vos igitur
quia tempus labitur
et mors nos persequitur
huic servite.
Hanc vocate,
quod si neglexeritus
illam non videbitis
gloriam quam cupitis,
vos eia propera te.

Motetus:
Gratissima virginis species
quam decorat carnis mundicies,
usque centrum placasti intima
mei cordis plaga dulcissima
intra stimulans amoris spiritum
nescientem pectoris exitum.
Gratissime simili vulnere
peperisti mundum me ledere.
O regina, tuum amplectere
astringendo pectus cum ubere.
O rex regum oculum oculo
et os ori junge pro osculo
ac inspira verbum in labia
qua recepto fiat caro dia.

Tenor e contratenor:
Gaude gloriosa.
Vivat iste.


Annunci

450°

Hans Leo Hassler (26 ottobre 1564-1612): Dixit Maria ad Angelum, mottetto a 4 voci. The Cambridge Singers, dir. John Rutter.


Hassler: Missa super «Dixt Maria». Ensemble Vocal Européen, dir. Philippe Herreweghe.
I. Kyrie


II. Gloria


III. Credo


IVa. Sanctus


IVb. Benedictus


V. Agnus Dei


Hassler, Missa Dixit

Britannia, rule the waves

Thomas Augustine Arne (1710-1778): Rule, Britannia!, dall’opera Alfred (1753), su testo di James Thomson. Edward Barham, tenore; John Wallace e John Miller, trombe; English String Orchestra, dir. William Boughton.

When Britain first, at Heaven’s command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»

The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»

Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»

[To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»
]

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crown’d,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
«Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.»

In occasione del 160enario della carica della Brigata leggera a Balaklava.
Thomas Jones Barker: Charge of the Light Brigade (1877)