1 bra is al value in sing ni Juoz ads zoab yadr BRITISH MUSIC SOCIETY OF NORTHERN IRELAND SEASON 1974/5 SIXTH RECITAL Elmwood Hall, Queen's University Saturday 5th April 1975. 7.30 p.m. IAN PARTRIDGE (Tenor) JENNIFER PARTRIDGE (Piano) Purcell Music for a While (Oedipus) Love Quickly is Palled (Timon of Athens) An Evening Hymn Britten Seven Sonnets of Michelangelo (Op 22) gruod asaw no o svo 4072 blova zemes I bacau KENT o per IKAZ T31009 Bloods sand of co aked ising heeds, tool wey driw jasa toams 8800 Bass-1-and smel ge dite do be vo-141qoy de ay as bicoong mut to david wake ambios SONNET XVI son Just as there is a high, a low, and a middle style in pen and ink, and as within the marble are images rich and poor, according as our fancy knows how to bring them forth: whoever looks on high beauty with so great a grief reaps doubtful hopes and sure and bitter pain. un vi of 11 607 2016 ok XXX TRECE abso100 so within your heart, dear love, there are perhaps, as well as pride, some humble feelings: but I draw thence only what is my desert and like to what I show outside on my face. DIA play ads aves at haveisedelwoni d son gedz en 500 VZ TURDA Whoever sows sighs, tears and lamentations (Heaven's moisture on earth, simple and pure, adapts itself differently to different seeds) reaps and gathers grief and sadness: t darts elabiy ud of Vil

SONNET XXXI Why must I go on venting my ardent desire in tears and melancholy words, if Heaven that dresses the soul in grief, never, soon or late, allows relief? Why should my weary soul long for death since all must die? So to these eyes my last hours will be less painful, all my grief being greater than any joy. If, therefore, I cannot avoid these blows, nay, even seek them, since it is my fate, who is the one that stands always between joy and grief? If to be happy I must be conquered and held captive, no wonder. then that I, unarmed and alone, remain the prisoner of a Cavalier in arms. NNET XXX With your lovely eyes I see a sweet light that yet with my blind ones I cannot see; with your feet I carry a weight on my back which with my lame ones I cannot; with your wings I, wingless, fly; with your spirit move forever heavenward; at your wish I blush or turn pale, cold in the sunshine, or hot in the coldest midwinter. My will is in your will alone, my thoughts are born in your heart, my words are on your breath. Alone, I am like the moon in the sky which our eyes cannot see save that part which the sun illumines. SONNET LV Thou know'st, beloved, that I know thou know'st that I am come nearer to enjoy thee more; and thou know'st that I know thou know'st that I am still the same. Why, then, do I hesitate to greet thee? If the hope thou givest me is true, if true the strong desire that is granted me, the wall between us crumbles, for secret griefs have double force. If I love in thee, beloved, only what thou lovest most, do not be angry; for so one spirit is enamoured of another. That which in thy lovely face I yearn for and seek to grasp, is but ill understood by human kind, and he that would see it, first must die.

SONNET XXXVIII Give back to my eyes, you fountains and rivers, the waves of those strong currents that are not yours, which make you swell and grow with greater power than is your natural way. And thou, heavy air, that dims the heavenly light to my sad eyes, so full of my sighs art thou, give them back to my weary heart and lighten thy dark face to my eye's keen sight. Earth, give me back my footsteps that the grass may sprout again where it was trod; and Echo, yet deaf to my laments, give back thy sound; and you blest pupils give back to my eyes their glances; that I another time may love another beauty, since with me you are not satisfied. SONNET XXXII If love be chaste, if pity heavenly, if fortune equal between two lovers; if a bitter fate is shared by both, and if one spirit, one will rules two hearts; if in two bodies one soul is made eternal, raising both to heaven on the same wings; if at one stroke and with a gilded arrow love burns and pierces two hearts to the core; if in loving one another, forgetting one's self, with one pleasure and one delight there is such reward that both wills strive for the same end; if thousands and thousands do not make one hundredth part to such a bond of love, to such constancy, can, then, mere anger break and dissolve it? SONNET XXIV Noble soul, in whose chaste and dear limbs are reflected all that nature and heaven can achieve with us, the paragon of their works; graceful soul, within whom one hopes and believes Love, Pity and Mercy are dwelling, as they appear in your face: things so rare and never found in beauty so truly; Love takes me captive, and Beaut binds me; Pity and Mercy with sweet glances fill my heart with a strong hope. What law or earthly government, what cruelty now or to come, could forbid Death to spare such a lovely face? se INTERVAL

Schubert LIEBESBOTSCHAFT 2276 Rushing brooklet, so clear and bright, carry my message of love to my sweetheart. IHR BILD Ste I stood in front of her picture and gazed at her beauty. A smile was on her lips and yet tears glistened in her eyes. There were tears in my eyes. also for I have lost her! DAS FISCHERMADCHEN Lovely fisher girl, let your boat come to the shore and then come and sit. by my side. Don't be afraid to trust me, as you entrust yourself to the wild sea every day. My heart is like the sea with its storms, but many a pearl rests in its depths. WANDERERS NACHTLIED All is quiet, all is peaceful. The birds sleep in the wood - Let my spirit also rest in peace. GEHEIMES Holst A glance from her eyes speaks volumes volumes which are shut and sealed to all the world except me. How lucky I am! merbad wol 10 01 red $uice ono 32 RHYME A LITTLE MUSIC - THE THOUGHT - THE FLORAL BANDIT Gustav Holst, the centenary of whose birth was celebrated last year, wrote a set of twelve songs to words by H. Wolfe in 1929, five years before his death. These four songs belong to this set. FOLK SONGS no savai arr. Britten 4x100 C400 InSpor agora ona seva bar an COME YOU NOT FROM NEWCASTLE - THERE'S NONE TO SOOTHE - THE PLOUGHBOY ****** tuos sicall (