Immerse yourself in the timeless elegance of Thomas Campion's "Campion: Lute Songs," a captivating collection of choral masterpieces released on June 16, 1998, under the prestigious Naxos label. This album is a treasure trove of 26 tracks, each a testament to Campion's unparalleled skill in blending poetry and music. Spanning a little over an hour, the album offers a rich tapestry of melodies that range from the tender and intimate to the exuberant and celebratory.
Thomas Campion, a renowned English composer and poet of the late Renaissance and early Baroque periods, is celebrated for his contributions to the development of the English lute ayre. His works, as presented in this album, showcase his unique ability to convey deep emotional and philosophical themes through his music. The tracks, such as "Come let us sound with melodie the praises," "Sweet exclude me not nor be divided," and "What then is love but mourning?" are not just songs but poetic narratives that explore the complexities of love, life, and the human condition.
The album is divided into two books, "Bookes of Ayres, Book 1" and "Bookes of Ayres, Book 2*," each offering a distinct yet complementary collection of songs. The first book opens with the invigorating "Author of light, revive my dying spright," setting a tone of reverence and introspection. The second book, featuring tracks like "Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore" and "Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God," continues the journey with a blend of spiritual devotion and lyrical beauty.
Campion's lute songs are not just a reflection of their time but also a timeless exploration of the human experience. Whether you are a seasoned enthusiast of choral music or a newcomer looking to explore the rich heritage of Renaissance music, "Campion: Lute Songs" offers an enriching and enchanting listening experience. Dive into the world of Thomas Campion and let his music resonate with your soul.
1998 Naxos1998 Naxos
Tracks
Come let us sound with melodie the praisesThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Tune thy musicke to thy hartThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Come you pretty false-ey'd wantonThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
There is none, O none but youThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Sweet exclude me not nor be dividedThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
I care not for these ladiesThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Though you are yoong and I am oldeThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burneThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
What then is love but mourning?Thomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Shall I come sweet love to thee?Thomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Beauty, since you so much desire: Beauty since you so much desireThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing?Thomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
The sypres curten of the night is spreadThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Jacke and Jone they thinke no illThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
It fell on a sommers daieThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
When to her lute Corrina singsThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and loveThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyesThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Faire if you expect admiringThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
There is a garden in her faceThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Bookes of Ayres, Book 1: Author of light, revive my dying spright: Author of light, revive my dying sprightThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Bookes of Ayres, Book 2*: Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shoreThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O GodThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
To musicke bent is my retyred mindeThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Thou joy’st fond boy, to be by many lovedThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Turne all thy thoughts to eyesThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Vayle love mine eyes, O hide from meThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
Miserere my MakerThomas Campion, Steven Rickards, Dorothy Linell
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