Arias from Oratorios, Vol. 1
| Komponist: HÄNDEL Georg Friedrich |
| Epoche: Bar |
| Gattung: Vokalmusik CH |
| Besetzung: Singst Klav |
Interne Referenz:
135663
Besetzung:
Singst Klav
Epochen:
Barock ca. 1600 - 1750
Gattung:
Vokalmusik CH
Komponist:
HÄNDEL Georg Friedrich
Verlag:
Zen-On
Verlagsnummer:
ZO5000861
ISBN:
4117132024
ISMN:
223305471
Ausgabe:
Sammlung
DOB_Sparte:
Arie
Epoche:
Bar
Ausgabeformat:
Großformat
| Titel | Komponist | Interpret | Bearbeiter | Texter | Besetzung |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Far from all resort of Mirth | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Let me wander | SoloT Klav | ||||
| Hence ! Vain deluding joys / Sometimes let gorgeous tragedy | SoloS Klav | ||||
| There let hymen oft appear | SoloT Klav | ||||
| I'll to the well-trod stage anon | SoloT Klav | ||||
| Comfort ye ! / Ev'ry valley shall be exalted | SoloT Klav | ||||
| O! Thou that tellest good tidings to Zion | SoloA Klav | ||||
| Rejoice greatly, o daughter of Zion | SoloS Klav | ||||
| He shall feed his flock like a shepherd | SoloS Klav | ||||
| He was despised and rejected | SoloA Klav | ||||
| How beautiful are the feet of them | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Why do the nations so furiously rage together | SoloB Klav | ||||
| I know that my redeemer liveth | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Behold, I tell you a mystery / The trumpet shall sound | SoloB Klav | ||||
| If God be for us | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Then free from sorrow | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Oh mirror of our fickle state | SoloA Klav | ||||
| Total eclipse | SoloT Klav | ||||
| My griefs for this / Why does the God of Israel sleep ? | SoloT Klav | ||||
| With plaintive notes | SoloS Klav | ||||
| To fleeting pleasure make your court | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Come, blooming boy | SoloS Klav | ||||
| There, the brisk sparkling nectar drain | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Yet, can I hear that dulcet lay | SoloMezzo | ||||
| Virtue my soul shall still embrace | SoloT Klav | ||||
| Take the heart you fondly gave | SoloS Klav | ||||
| Tune the soft melodious lute | SoloS Klav | ||||
| His mighty arm | SoloT Klav | ||||
| Hide thou thy hated beams / A father, offering up his only child / Waft her, angels, through the skies | SoloT Klav | ||||
| Ye sacred priests / Farewell, ye limpid springs and floods | SoloS Klav |