Hail, bright Cecilia - or Ode to St. Cecilia

A play - incidental music by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695)

Word count: 463

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2. Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail! fill ev'ry Heart! [sung text checked 1 time]

Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail! fill ev'ry Heart!
With Love of thee and thy Celestial Art;
That thine and Musick's Sacred Love
May make the British Forest prove
As Famous as Dodona's Vocal Grove.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

3. Hark! hark! each Tree its silence breaks [sung text checked 1 time]

Hark! hark! each Tree its silence breaks,
The Box and Fir to talk begin!
This is the sprightly Violin
That in the Flute distinctly speaks!
'Twas Sympathy their list'ning Brethren drew,
When to the Thracian Lyre with leafy Wings they flew.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

4. Tis Nature's voice [sung text checked 1 time]

'Tis Nature's Voice; thro' all the moving Wood
Of Creatures understood:
The Universal Tongue to none
Of all her num'rous Race unknown.
From her it learnt the mighty Art
To court the Ear or strike the Heart;
At once the Passions to express and move;
We hear, and stright we grieve or hate, rejoice or love;
In unseen Chains it does the Fancy bind;
At once it charms the Sense and capivates the Mind.

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

5. Soul of the World [sung text checked 1 time]

Soul of the World! Inspir'd by thee,
The jarring Seeds of Matter did agree,
Thou didst the scatter'd Atoms bind,
Which, by thy Laws of true proportion join'd,
Made up of various Parts one perfect Harmony.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

6. Thou tun'st this world [sung text checked 1 time]

Thou tun'st this World below, the Spheres above,
Who in the Heavenly Round to their own Music move.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

7. With that sublime celestial lay [sung text checked 1 time]

With that sublime Celestial Lay
Can any Earthly Sounds compare?
If any Earthly Music dare,
The noble Organ may.
From Heav'n its wondrous Notes were giv'n,
(Cecilia oft convers'd with Heaven,)
Some Angel of the Sacred Choire
Did with his Breath the Pipes inspire;
And of their Notes above the just Resemblance gave,
Brisk without Lightness, without Dulness Grave.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

8. Wondrous machine! [sung text checked 1 time]

Wondrous Machine!
To thee the Warbling Lute,
Though us'd to Conquest, must be forc'd to yield:
With thee unable to dispute.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

9. The airy violin [sung text checked 1 time]

The airy Violin
And lofty Viol quit the Field;
In vain they tune their speaking Strings
To court the cruel Fair, or praise Victorious Kings.
Whilst all thy consecrated Lays
Are to more noble Uses bent;
And every grateful Note to Heav'n repays
The Melody it lent.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

10. In vain the am'rous flute [sung text checked 1 time]

In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar
Jointly labour to inspire
Wanton heat and loose desire,
Whilst those chaste airs do gently move
Seraphic flames and heav'nly love.

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Researcher for this text: John Versmoren

11. The fife and all the harmony of war [sung text checked 1 time]

The Fife and all the Harmony of War,
In vain attempt the Passions to alarm,
Which thy commanding Sounds compose and charm.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

12. Let these among themselves contest [sung text checked 1 time]

Let these amongst themselves contest,
Which can discharge its single Duty best.
Thou summ'st their diff'ring Graces up in One,
And art a Consort of them All within thy Self alone.

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

13. Hail! Bright Cecilia, hail to thee [sung text checked 1 time]

Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail to thee!
Great Patroness of Us and Harmony!
Who, whilst among the Choir above
Thou dost thy former Skill improve,
With Rapture of Delight dost see
Thy Favourite Art
Make up a Part
Of infinite Felicity.
Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail to thee!
Great Patroness of Us and Harmony!

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]