The woods are green

Opera details:

Opera title:

The Rake's Progress

Composer:

Igor Stravinsky

Language:

English

Synopsis:

The Rake's Progress Synopsis

Libretto:

The Rake's Progress Libretto

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Duet details:

Type:

duet,trio

Role(s):

Anne Trulove / Tom Rakewell / Father Trulove

Voice(s):

Soprano / Tenor / Bass

Act:

1.01

Next scene: Anne, my dear

The Rake's Progress - Opera in 3 Acts: Act I, Scene 1: Duet and Trio: "The Woods Are Green" -...

Singer(s): Judith Raskin Alexander Young

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The Rake's Progress - Opera in 3 Acts: Act I, Scene 1: Duet and Trio: "The Woods Are Green" - Recitative: "Anne, My Dear" · Igor Stravinsky / 特拉汶斯基

Stravinsky Conducts "The Rake's Progress"

℗ Originally released 1964 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT

Bass Vocal: Don Garrard
Soprano: Judith Raskin
Librettist: W.H. Auden
Tenor: Alexander Young
Librettist: Chester Kallman
Harpsichord: Colin Tilney
Associated Performer: Royal Philharmonic Orchestra / 伦敦皇家爱乐管弦乐团 / 倫敦皇家愛樂管弦樂團
Producer: John McClure

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First Scene

(The garden of the house of Truelove in the field on
a spring afternoon. On the right side of the house, a
fence with an iron gate. Anne and Tom sit together
under a pergola)


Trio

ANNE
The woods are green
and bird and beast at play
for all things keep
this festival of May.
With fragrant odours
and with notes of cheer,
the pious earth
observes the solemn year.

TOM
Now is the season
when the Cyprian Queen
with genial charm
translates our mortal scene,
when swains their nymphs
in fervent arms enfold
and with a kiss restore the Age of Gold.

ANNE, TOM
How sweet within the budding grove
How sweet beside the pliant stream
to walk, to love,
to lie, to dream.

(Truelove leaving the house and remains apart them)

TRUELOVE
Oh may a father's prudent fears
unfounded prove,
and ready vows and loving looks
be all they seem.
In youth we fancy
we are wise,
but time has shown, alas,
too often and too late,
we have not known the hearts
of others or our own.

ANNE
Love tells no lies.

ANNE, TOM
And in love's eyes
we see our future state,
ever happy, ever fair:
sorrow, hate, disdain, despair,
rule not there.
But love alone reigns o'er his own.

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