베토벤/(25 irische Lieder) O harp of Erin WoO. 152 - 앤 머레이(소프라노) 말콤 마르티누(피아노)

 

Beethoven O harp of Erin WoO. 152 (25 irische Lieder) [voice, violin, violoncello, piano] David Thomson, text O harp of Erin Language: English O harp of Erin thou art now laid low, For he the last of all his race is gone: And now no more the minstrel's verse shall flow, That sweetly mingled with thy dulcet tone: The hand is cold that with a poet's fire Could sweep in magic change thy sounding wire. How lonely were the minstrel's latter days, How of thy string with strains indignant rung; To desert wilds he pour'd his ancient lays, Or to a shepherd boy his legend sung: The purple heath of ev'ning was his bed, His shelter from the storm a peasant's shed! The gale that round his urn its odour flings, And waves the flow's that o'er it wildly wreathe, Shall thrill along thy few remaining strings, And with a mournful chord his requiem breathe. The shepherd boy that paus'd his song to hear, Shall chant it o'er his grave, and drop a tear. Ann Murray, Mezzo-Soprano Malcolm Martineau, Piano Elizabeth Layton, Violin Ursula Smith, Cello 2013/1/08 리알토