Four Seasons ~ Vivaldi Spring – Concerto in E Major Allegro Springtime is upon us. The birds celebrate her return with festive song, and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes. Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven, Then they die away to silence, and the birds take up their charming songs once more. Largo On the flower-strewn meadow, with leafy branches rustling overhead, the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him. Allegro Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes, nymphs and shepherds lightly dance beneath the brilliant canopy of spring. Summer – Concerto in g-minor Allegro non molto Sotto dura Staggion dal Sole accesa Langue l huom, langue l gregge, ed arde il Pino; Scioglie il Cucco la Voce, e tosto intesa Canta la Tortorella e l gardelino. Zeffiro dolce Spira, mà contesa Muove Borea improviso al Suo vicino; E piange il Pastorel, perche sospesa Teme fiera borasca, e l suo destino; Adagio e piano - Presto e forte Toglie alle membra lasse il Suo riposo Il timore de Lampi, e tuoni fieri E de mosche, e mossoni il Stuol furioso! Presto Ah che pur troppo i Suo timor Son veri Tuona e fulmina il Ciel e grandioso Tronca il capo alle Spiche e a grani alteri. Summer – Concerto in g-minor Allegro non molto Beneath the blazing suns relentless heat men and flocks are sweltering, pines are scorched. We hear the cuckoos voice; then sweet songs of the turtle dove and finch are heard. Soft breezes stir the air….but threatening north wind sweeps them suddenly aside. The shepherd trembles, fearful of violent storm and what may lie ahead. Adagio e piano - Presto e forte His limbs are now awakened from their repose by fear of lightnings flash and thunders roar, as gnats and flies buzz furiously around. Presto Alas, his worst fears were justified, as the heavens roar and great hailstones beat down upon the proudly standing corn. Autumn – Concerto in F Major Allegro Celebra il Vilanel con balli e Canti Del felice raccolto il bel piacere E del liquor de Bacco accesi tanti Finiscono col Sonno il lor godere Adagio molto Fà ch ogn uno tralasci e balli e canti L aria che temperata dà piacere, E la Staggion ch invita tanti e tanti D un dolcissimo Sonno al bel godere. Allegro I cacciator alla nov alba à caccia Con corni, Schioppi, e canni escono fuore Fugge la belua, e Seguono la traccia; Già Sbigottita, e lassa al gran rumore De Schioppi e canni, ferita minaccia Languida di fuggir, mà oppressa muore. Autumn – Concerto in F Major Allegro The peasant celebrates with song and dance the harvest safely gathered in. The cup of Bacchus flows freely, and many find their relief in deep slumber. Adagio molto The singing and the dancing die away as cooling breezes fan the pleasant air, inviting all to sleep without a care. Allegro The hunters emerge at dawn, ready for the chase, with horns and dogs and cries. Their quarry flees while they give chase. Terrified and wounded, the prey struggles on, but, harried, dies. Winter – Concerto in f-minor Allegro non molto Aggiacciato tremar trà neri algenti Al Severo Spirar d orrido Vento, Correr battendo i piedi ogni momento; E pel Soverchio gel batter i denti; Largo Passar al foco i di quieti e contenti Mentre la pioggia fuor bagna ben cento Allegro Caminar Sopra l giaccio, e à passo lento Per timor di cader gersene intenti; Gir forte Sdruzziolar, cader à terra Di nuove ir Sopra l giaccio e correr forte Sin ch il giaccio si rompe, e si disserra; Sentir uscir dalle ferrate porte Sirocco Borea, e tutti i Venti in guerra Quest é l verno, mà tal, che gioja apporte. Winter – Concerto in f-minor Allegro non molto Shivering, frozen mid the frosty snow in biting, stinging winds; running to and fro to stamp ones icy feet, teeth chattering in the bitter chill. Largo To rest contentedly beside the hearth, while those outside are drenched by pouring rain. Allegro We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling. Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up. We feel the chill north winds coarse through the home despite the locked and bolted doors… this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights. youtu.be/GRxofEmo3HA
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 17:10:26 +0000
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