Ode for St. Cecilia's Day (Handel)
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- Recitative (tenor): from harmony, from heavenly harmony
- Chorus: From harmony, from heavenly harmony
- Aria (soprano): What passion cannot music raise and quell!
- Aria (tenor) ve chorus: The trumpet's loud clangour
- Aria (soprano): The soft complaining flute
- Aria (tenor): Sharp violins proclaim their jealous pangs
- Aria (tenor): But oh! What art can teach
- Aria (soprano): Orpheus could lead the savage race
- Recitative (soprano): But bright cecilia raised the wonder higher
- Grand chorus with (soprano): As from the power of sacred lays
- From harmony (recit) tenor: From harmony, from heavenly harmony this universal frame began. when nature, underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, and could not heave her head. the tuneful voice, was heard from high, arise! arise! arise ye more than dead! then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, in order to their stations leap! and music's power obey! and music's power obey!
- From harmony (chorus)chorus: From harmony, from heavenly harmony, this universal frame began. through all the compass of the notes it ran, the diapason closing full in man.
- What passion cannot music raise and quell soprano: What passion cannot music raise, and quell? when jubal struck the chorded shell, his listening brethren stood 'round. and wondering on their faces fell, to worship that celestial sound! less than a god they thought there could not dwell within the hollow of that shell that spoke so sweetly and so well. what passion cannot music raise and quell?
- The trumpet's loud clangour tenor: The trumpet's loud clangour excites us to arms, with shrill notes of anger and mortal alarms, the double-double-double beat, of the thund'ring drum, cries hark! hark! cries hark the foes come! charge! charge! charge! charge! 'tis too late, 'tis too late to retreat! charge 'tis too late, too late to retreat!
- The soft complaining flute soprano: The soft complaining flute in dying notes discovers the woes of hopeless lovers, whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute.
- Sharp violins proclaim tenor: Sharp violins proclaim, their jealous pangs, and desperation! fury, frantic indignation! depth of pains, and height of passion, for the fair disdainful dame!
- But oh! what art can teach but oh! what art can teach, what human voice can reach the sacred organ's praise? notes inspiring holy love, notes that wing their heavenly ways to mend the choirs above.
- Orpheus could lead the savage race orpheus could lead the savage race, and trees uprooted left their place sequacious of the lyre: but bright cecilia raised the wonder higher: when to her organ vocal breath was given an angel heard, and straight appeared - mistaking earth for heaven.