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ALBÈNIZ: HENRY CLIFFORD - Coro i Orquesta Sinfónica de Madrid, José de Eusebio

ALBÈNIZ: HENRY CLIFFORD - Coro i Orquesta Sinfónica de Madrid, José de Eusebio

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Albéniz: Henry Clifford
Complete opera sung in the original English.


Aquiles Machado, Alessandra Marc, Carlos Álvarez, Jane Henschel, Ana Maria Martínez
Coro i Orquesta Sinfónica de Madrid, José de Eusebio

Isaac Albéniz: Henry Clifford / Act 1
Prelude
Sloes are blossoming in the hedges
Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine!
O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray?
Someone approaches
So am I quite unknown?
Beware! She is a witch!
All is lost! The battle's o'er!
Sir John Saint John approaches!
All the night our force he led
Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed!
To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's
What feeble wit is here
Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing
The foe draws near!
Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou!
Edward the King! March with a swing!
Safe! Safe beyond the seas!


Isaac Albéniz: Henry Clifford (Opera in 3 Acts) - Edición crítica de José De Eusebio - Act 2
Dance of the fairies
Woe is me to love a fairy!
Dance of the fairies
Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages
Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing...
Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish
Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold..
These honest men against their will are outlaws
Ballet and Chorus
When the breezes are still
My son! They come to seek thee! Look!
Edward for King! March with a swing!


Isaac Albéniz: Henry Clifford / Act 3
Introduction
Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice"
The Earl of Richmond landed
Alas! The days are gathered and laid by
Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
'Tis I, sweet friend! To thee I bend!
Adieu, mine own heart true!
Lady, 'tis the trysting hour!
My heart is faint!
My shepherd lord, I wish thee joy
Cease, cease thy weeping wild and listen...
Shall loyalty to phantom right our yearning heart...
Remember Towton!
For fear of pain flee not the right!
What ho! The guard! The guard!
Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns!
Not mine vengeance! Not mine repayment!
Hail! Hail! All Hail!