Teresa Coffman

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@laylabelmonte5555 4 жыл бұрын

Yall are so amazing and inspiring. I have been in chorus since I was young and it hurt when cover hit and I had to leave school. As a 13 year old during all of this I can say that being able to do this while a virus is hitting is awesome. Its hard to even describe the impact people like you have on people. Thanks for lighting up the work with your talent.

@justforfunart8645 4 жыл бұрын

Bravo! Bravo! Amazing to hear an absolutely beautiful song and sensational performance put together this way!

@susan8066 4 жыл бұрын

Transcendently beautiful! Thank-you! RIC Alumna '80 BSN

@charlesmclaughlin3131 4 жыл бұрын

Magnificent in every way. BRAVO!!

@janine1922 4 жыл бұрын

Wow! Go RIC.

@carolynnmasters6992 4 жыл бұрын

Bravo! Excellent performance. Very moving and much needed during these uncertain times

@jonimarie-soprano752 4 жыл бұрын

Brilliant, technology bringing us this beautiful chorus heavenly voices in the middle of a pandemic.

@suzannemellostark6790 4 жыл бұрын

Just Beautiful. Go Anchors!

@encarnacionrivera4468 4 жыл бұрын

To think for so many years choruses would stand together, no mask or anything. What were they thinking?

@alyspears 4 жыл бұрын

Beautiful 💞

@jeannechapman6828 4 жыл бұрын

So lovely!!

@teresacoffman2109 4 жыл бұрын

The text to Laura Farnell's “When I think of you” is adapted from two different Sara Teasdale (18884-1933) poems -- "To E." and "Barter" -- from her volume titled Love Songs. Ms. Farnell adapts portions of the two poems into the following text: When I think of you I have remembered beauty in the night. I have remembered green Ravello dreaming on her height. I have remembered beautiful and splendid things, soaring fire that sways and sings, children's faces looking up holding wonder in a cup. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude to the thought of you. When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered music in the dark. I have remembered running water singing on the rocks. I have remembered whitest ocean's crashing waves, scent of pine trees in the rain, music like a curve of gold, eyes that love and arms that hold. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude to the thought of you. When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered beauty in the night, and I have remembered music in the dark. And once in English woods, I heard a lark. I heard its song. I heard its music. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude, a vague and fleeting prelude to the thought of you! When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered you.

@cassandramacias939 4 жыл бұрын

This was so beautiful, thank you all ❤️

@Jeffmylife 4 жыл бұрын

Congrats to everyone involved! What an elegant glimmer of positivity in this year of turmoil ❤

@JackmanZ5family 4 жыл бұрын

Can someone post the lyrics please?

@teresacoffman2109 4 жыл бұрын

The text to Laura Farnell's When I think of you is adapted from two different Sara Teasdale (18884-1933) poems -- "To E." and "Barter" -- from her volume titled Love Songs. Ms. Farnell adapts portions of the two poems into the following text: When I think of you I have remembered beauty in the night. I have remembered green Ravello dreaming on her height. I have remembered beautiful and splendid things, soaring fire that sways and sings, children's faces looking up holding wonder in a cup. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude to the thought of you. When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered music in the dark. I have remembered running water singing on the rocks. I have remembered whitest ocean's crashing waves, scent of pine trees in the rain, music like a curve of gold, eyes that love and arms that hold. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude to the thought of you. When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered beauty in the night, and I have remembered music in the dark. And once in English woods, I heard a lark. I heard its song. I heard its music. But all remembered beauty is no more than a prelude, a vague and fleeting prelude to the thought of you! When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, rarest soul I ever knew. I am at rest when I think of you. I have remembered you.