Blow: Lovely Selina - John Mark Ainsley. High resolution and stereo sound: www.youtube.com/watch Lovely Selina, innocent and free, song for soprano and basso continuo First performance: Sung in …More
Blow: Lovely Selina - John Mark Ainsley.
High resolution and stereo sound: www.youtube.com/watch Lovely Selina, innocent and free, song for soprano and basso continuo First performance: Sung in Nathaniel Lee's The Princess of Cleve, 1680 Published in Choice Airs and Songs, IV (London: John Playford, 1683) Text: Anonymous Music: John Blow In this video: John Mark Ainsley, tenor Paula Chateauneuf, guitar Timothy Roberts, harpsichord Recorded in January 1993 Lovely Selina, innocent and free from all the dangerous arts of love, thus in a melancholy grove enjoy'd the sweetness of her privacy; 'till envious gods designing to undo her, dispatch'd the swain not unlike then to woo her. It was not long e're the design did take; a gentle youth born to persuade, deceiv'd the too, too easy maid; her scrip and garlands soon she did forsake, and rashly told the secrets of her heart, which the fond man would ever more impart. False Florimel, joy of my heart, said she, 'tis hard to love, and love in vain, to love, and not be lov'd again; and why should love and prudence disagree? Pity ye pow'rs that sit at ease above, if e'er you know what 'tis to be in Love.
High resolution and stereo sound: www.youtube.com/watch Lovely Selina, innocent and free, song for soprano and basso continuo First performance: Sung in Nathaniel Lee's The Princess of Cleve, 1680 Published in Choice Airs and Songs, IV (London: John Playford, 1683) Text: Anonymous Music: John Blow In this video: John Mark Ainsley, tenor Paula Chateauneuf, guitar Timothy Roberts, harpsichord Recorded in January 1993 Lovely Selina, innocent and free from all the dangerous arts of love, thus in a melancholy grove enjoy'd the sweetness of her privacy; 'till envious gods designing to undo her, dispatch'd the swain not unlike then to woo her. It was not long e're the design did take; a gentle youth born to persuade, deceiv'd the too, too easy maid; her scrip and garlands soon she did forsake, and rashly told the secrets of her heart, which the fond man would ever more impart. False Florimel, joy of my heart, said she, 'tis hard to love, and love in vain, to love, and not be lov'd again; and why should love and prudence disagree? Pity ye pow'rs that sit at ease above, if e'er you know what 'tis to be in Love.