Immerse yourself in the timeless elegance of Thomas Campion's "Campion: Lute Songs," a captivating collection of 17th-century choral masterpieces released in 1998 under the prestigious Naxos label. This album, spanning a little over an hour, is a treasure trove of 24 exquisite tracks that showcase Campion's unparalleled prowess in blending poetry and music.
Thomas Campion, a Renaissance man of letters and music, was renowned for his lute songs, which seamlessly interweave intricate poetic verses with melodious compositions. This album is a testament to his artistic brilliance, featuring a harmonious fusion of vocal and lute performances that transport you to the opulent courts of the Renaissance era.
The tracks, such as "Come let us sound with melodie the praises," "Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne," and "Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore," are rich in emotional depth and lyrical beauty. They offer a glimpse into the social and cultural milieu of the time, touching on themes of love, devotion, and the human condition.
Campion's works, often performed with the lute and bass viol, are brought to life in this album, providing a sonic experience that is both historically significant and aesthetically pleasing. Whether you're a seasoned enthusiast of early music or a curious newcomer, this album promises a delightful journey through the enchanting world of Thomas Campion's lute songs.
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