#hymn of the cherubin

[sumpix]

#hymn of the cherubin #music #Peter Tchaikovsky #The USSR Ministry of Culture Chamber Choir #Youtube

[magicwingslisten]

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn!

The Merchant of Venice, Act 5, Scene 1

#music #non-human music

[jubaunetwork]

PADON - Esther Paurice (Video) PADON - Esther Paurice23 Bienvenue dans la sortie audio officielle de « PADON », un chef-d'œuvre émouvant de la talentueuse artiste Esther Cherubin. Plongez-vous dans un voyage musical captivant alors que sa voix envoûtante et ses paroles sincères se mélangent parfaitement aux mélodies enchanteresses. « PADON » est une chanson qui plonge profondément dans les domaines du pardon, de la rédemption et de la résilience. À chaque note, Esther Cherubin transmet sans effort les émotions d’un récit puissant et pertinent. Ce morceau résonne auprès des auditeurs, nous rappelant à tous le pouvoir de guérison du pardon à soi-même et aux autres. La production témoigne du talent artistique d'Esther, mettant en valeur sa capacité innée à évoquer des émotions brutes et à créer une atmosphère évocatrice. La musique d’une beauté envoûtante attire les auditeurs, les invitant à réfléchir sur leur propre parcours personnel de pardon et de croissance. Le talent d'Esther brille dans « PADON » et sa passion pour la narration à travers la musique est évidente dans chaque couplet. Le message universel d'espoir et de seconde chance de la chanson en fait un hymne pour ceux qui recherchent réconfort et compréhension. Alors asseyez-vous, détendez-vous et laissez les mélodies apaisantes de « PADON » vous emmener dans une expédition musicale transformatrice. N'oubliez pas de montrer votre soutien en aimant, en partageant et en vous abonnant à la chaîne YouTube officielle d'Esther Cherubin pour une musique plus captivante. Rejoignez la conversation et dites-nous comment « PADON » a touché votre cœur et a résonné avec vos propres expériences de vie. Ensemble, embrassons le pouvoir du pardon et embarquons pour un voyage de guérison à travers la musique. Merci d'avoir participé à cette aventure musicale et nous espérons que vous apprécierez pleinement « PADON » d'Esther Cherubin-Paurice. Auteur: inconnu 👉 Lien vers : YouTube 👉 Lien vers : Facebook Luc A. Derival: Executive Producer, Arrangement, Guitars Jean-Daniel Pierre: Co-Producer, Programming, Arrangement, Keys, Aux keys Amniel (Al) Castor: Bass Mark McClary Jr: Drums Ezechiel Augustin: Recording, Mixing, and Mastering Engineer #gospel #music #worship #praise #news #musique #évangélique #actualités #bgospelmagazine #bgospel

[ascoltolelune]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZQzW_QfPew)

#tchaikovsky #hymn of the cherubin #coro #ascoltolelune #rumorenellanotte #rumore nella notte #blog italiani #blog.it #blogger #song #music #musica #immagini

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

Lorenzo - Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter: why should we go in? My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand; And bring your music forth into the air. [Exit Stephano] How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. [Enter Musicians] Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn! With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music. [Music] Jessica - I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Lorenzo - The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

(William Shakespeare. The Merchant of Venice: Act V, Scene I)

@amalthea9 @ardenrosegarden @princesssarisa

#the merchant of venice #theater #literature #william shakespeare #comedies #bardolatry

[plumayu1]

guguru_PICO _ 2/24 ALCY2 studio(@st_alcy2 ) オリジナル天使(@guguru_PICO ) Triumph all ye cherubin Sing with us sweet serafin Heaven and Earth resound the hymn Salve, Salve, Salve Regina Photo あるるかんさん(@arurukann777 ) #ぐぐるコスプレまとめ #コスプレ https://t.co/cewBycTOVV

[if-only-angels-could-prevail]

hey i saw this piece performed at a shakespeare-themed concert a few days ago. the text is adapted from act v scene i of the merchant of venice. i was completely captivated the entire time / i think it was one of the most breathtaking pieces of music i’ve ever heard / it might be my new favorite musical setting of poetry ever.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb that thou behold’st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn! With sweetest touches pierce your mistress’ ear, And draw her home with music. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. The reason is, your spirits are attentive – The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Music! hark!

It is your music of the house. Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day. Silence bestows that virtue on it How many things by season season’d are To their right praise and true perfection! Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion And would not be awak’d. Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

#the merchant of venice #ralph vaughan williams #i honestly have no idea how well known this piece is but??? it should be more famous

[libidomechanica]

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And syþen garytez ful curious traitors, sleave-silk flies,  bewitch poor fishes wandring eyes like light! Therefore  thine arms, here at my should Arthur of auenture; for  mine thoughts, from shore to shore, as (since  despise. And tricks her wonted light, as friend can  we not teach or bribe me to my mete  I may last; for mon may hir calle,) and  Ywan, Vryn son, ette with hymnes of  hir closet coyntlych closed his thik þrawen þyȝez, with  þwonges to tachched twynne wil hit neuer  in her arms pale death, and of their one!  Withdrew the ladys tale, and broȝt  blysse into the wide world of death,  we bowd our head and Doom: the  hangmans hands were all should our spouse and  youth it was mine, which carries  the soul proceeds from Gaeta : — Shot.  O Rotha, with a heart hath so raft  vs of our pain, poor lovers forget  it shall I say? No things indigest  such cherubins as your Highness might ail  the bird of his hwe men hade, set  in his habit; as again turned on  women dancing bubble, approaches—Ellen  stood like a swan, so mot I þryue as I am  hyȝly bihalden, and why he looked  out of honde, and lyeth buryed long to stand alone:  and if you gave me young and gayly  atyred, and syþen with the hot blood  we had ben aboute; For love; so fautlest freke  þat euer I com inne! much glam and glent al of þe proudest  kerchief of the southwest side; lonely  the vale, and walk from church, refusing  to leave for nothing from  my thought of a softer mould, and foundst a  bright in we went, with care. Þer he  wade nolde, and þou me smoþely hatz chosen þe gate, rungen  ful rychely, ryȝt as þay schulde hit a fest  ful dep, þat ferked þare; þe borne oure baret to quell  his fayre flat, the beldam at his back,  the constantly I bought, hey ho seely sheepe, and  mony arȝed þerat, and Christabel: all  our houses and placing a rumpled  crimson joy: and his platez, piked ful  clere costez þe clowdes kesten kenly þe colde for  his agony to pass; nor feel upon  him now beside him. Back to Top  powered by DLXS to comment or in  pensive head, and nothing near it could truly tell it  backwards, true, begin that minute?  Stay as you were | wont songs of louers sheepe did  lye, doth lowre, nay chide, nay threat for one. In  her womb the infants grave in size and  the owlets scritch: for when  you think that frolicked with alle maner  of me. To lift his eye, matter of  the early days unkind, Vp my rufull ryme, numbering  lies. thy power to die, I leave my  lovely argument, “fair, kind, and redyly he sayde, ‘Now  leng þe byhoues,’ for wele ne  for þe wlonkest wedes he warp, ‘Wher is’,  he sayde, ‘now, lege lorde laches hym to quelle;’  and þay two tented þayres. Her blush like a stone  tower on top of Mt. For  he watz he hendly þo haþelez þat myȝt, for he  was sober sad from her second  place,” and syþen riche forth dayez, and of hyghe eldee;  brode, bryȝt, with Heaven, they drop earths poorest  hovel to a hole in his grave, letting  a dangerous world, or whether  to reveal. Consonant chords that grows on  mortal men, bestow, since erst, at morn, some wandering  clay, gross clay invades it. S heart and brain comes seldom  from suspicion free they faint on his  lips as with comlych ladies al for  luf of þe lede loutes þerto, and þe haþel  heldez hym in þe wyȝe callez, and quat chek so ȝe  acheued is my chaunce, þat sore me þink hit not semly,  as hit were to aspye wyth my wyf, I wene,  we schal leþe my hert. There gode Gawan watz grayþely graunted,  and he hit quyk askez to be her  selfe deserues sike Poetes prayse and his hert.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #196 texts

[triumph-now]

Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice, Act V Scene 1 (lyrics)

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb that thou behold’st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn! With sweetest touches pierce your mistress’ ear, And draw her home with music. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. The reason is, your spirits are attentive – The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Music! hark!

It is your music of the house. Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day. Silence bestows that virtue on it How many things by season season’d are To their right praise and true perfection! Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion And would not be awak’d. Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

[mayaorchesis]

Spoken by Lorenzo, The Merchant of Venice, Act 5, Scene 1

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn! With sweetest touches pierce your mistress’ ear, And draw her home with music. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn’d to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.