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THE BELFAST MUSIC SOCIETY
in association with
THE ARTS COUNCIL OF NORTHERN IRELAND
and
THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT, QUEEN'S UNIVERSITY
IAN PARTRIDGE
(tenor)
JENNIFER PARTRIDGE
(piano)
Elmwood Hall
7.30 p.m., 21 January 1984
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DICHTS LIEBE, op. 48 (A Poet's Love)
Robert Schumann
(1810-1856)
1.
2.
Im wunderschönen Monat Mai
In the beautiful month of May,
When all the buds opened,
love welled up in my heart.
I told her my longing and desire.
Aus meinen Tränen spriessen
From my tears spring many blossoms
and my sighs become a choir or nightingales.
And if you will love me, child,
I will send you all the flowers
and at your window shall be heard
the song of the nightingale.
3. Die Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne
4.
The rose, the lily, the dove, the sun,
I once loved them all blissfully.
I love them no longer; I love only she
who is small, gentle, pure, unique ...
Wenn ich in deine Augen seh
As I look into your eyes
all my pain and sorrow vanish;
but as I kiss your lips
I am completely healed.
As I lay my head on your breast
heavenly bliss overcomes me;
but when you say 'I love you'
I must weep bitterly.
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5. Ich will meine Seele tauchen
6.
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I will plunge my soul into the lily's cup; vino
the lily resounding shall breathe forth
a song of my beloved;
The song shall quiver and tremble
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like the kiss from her lips ... bos gut d
Im Rhein, im heiligen Strome
a d
In the Rhine, that sacred stream ba goilla ei
there is mirrored in the waves
with its great cathedral
the great, holy, city of Cologne.
In the cathedral stands a picture
cathedral stands a
her eyes, lips and cheeks
are just like those of my beloved.
7. Ich grolle nicht
18od I medi
and ym 09d3
I bear no grudge, though my heart is breaking.
O love lost for ever! ...
when the
For I saw you in a dream ...
saw the serpent that feeds on your heart ...
8. Und wüssten's die Blumen
sten's die Blumen
If only the flowers, the little ones, knew
how deeply my heart is wounded,
they would weep with me to heal my anguish.
If only the nightingales knew..
If only the golden stars knew...
oriz
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All these cannot know:
only one alone knows my pain;
for she herself has broken my heart.
9. Das ist ein Flöten und Geigen
What fluting and fiddling
and braying of trumpets sounds within!
My love is dancing her wedding round.
II I
go to anoa A
What tinkling and blaring, drumming and piping!
Through it the dear little angels sob and sigh.
10. Hör ich das Liedchen klingen
When I hear the little song that once my love sang,
then my heart breaks with terrible suffering.
doods bas
11. Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen
A young man loves a maiden
who has chosen another,
This other loves yet another
and has married her.
bung on 1sed I
Tol seal evol 0
This is an old story ...
01 woy wsa I no
32sque ad was
sad suox mo
12. Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen
On a bright summer morning I walk round the garden.
The flowers whisper and speak
xigesb wor
and look pityingly at me:
bloow yama
'Don't be angry with our sister,
add vino 12
sdi vino 11
you sad, pale man!'
13. Ich hab im Traum geweinet
I wept in my dreams;
I dreamt you were lying in your grave.
I awoke, and a tear still ran on my cheek.
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I dreamt you deserted me ...
I dreamt you loved me still.
I awoke, and still my tears are flowing.
14. Allnächtlich im Traume
Every night I see you in my dreams,
see your friendly greeting,
and weeping aloud I cast myself at your dear feet.
...
You whisper a quiet word to me
and give me a sprig of cypress.
I wake and the sprig is gone ga
and the word - I have forgotten.
15. Aus alten Märchen
dreds
abisves galloof
buol
From old tales beckons forth a white hand;
wat
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a singing and a ringing tells of an enchanted land
where bright flowers bloom in the golden light of evening.
If I could only go there, and gladden my heart.
Ah, that land of bliss, I see often in my dreams;
yet when the morning sun comes it dissolves like foam.
16. Die alten, bösen Lieder
The bad old songs, the bad, wicked dreams
let us bury them.
Fetch a large coffin.
And fetch me twelve giants.
They must bear the coffin away
and bury it deep in the sea
Do you know why the coffin
must be so large and so heavy?
I laid all my love and my grief in it.
(Heinrich Heine)
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INTERVAL
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AN DIE FERNE GELIEBTE, op. 98
(To the distant beloved)
1. Auf dem Hügel sitz ich spähend
Ludwig van Beethoven
(1770-1827) bus
bes
I sit on the hill-top gazing into the misty blue land,
looking towards the distant meadows,
where I found you, my beloved.
Now I am far from you,
-brow osi bas
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mountain and valley separate us
2.
Wo die Berge so blau
3.
sisi bio mor
bus gnigals s
oll adgizd szedw
Where the mountains so blue peer out of grey mists,
where the sun's last glow is shed,
where the clouds roll by -
there I would like to be.
There in the silent valley,
pain and anguish cease
To the pensive wood I am driven
by the power of love and inner pain
Leichte Segler in den Höhen
You light cloud-ships sailing on high,
and you, narrow little stream:
if you can spy out my little love,
greet her for me a thousand times
31
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4.
Diese Wolken in den Höhen
2003
(2001-0881)
5.
6.
These clouds on high, this merry flock of birds -
they will see you, gracious one.
Take me with you in your easy flight! ...
Es kehret der Maien
May is returning, the meadow blooms,
the breezes blow so mild, so warm, t 1ovan Liw DOT
the prattling brook flows on.
(1035)
The swallow, returning to the hospitable roof,
she builds so busily her bridal chamber -
love shall dwell therein.
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only our love knows no spring,
gaining only tears.
ba! socahond A
Jax figged wod
Nimm sie hin denn, diese Lieder doo eles o do
Take these songs, then, da
which I sang to you, beloved,
aneb lie bal d
sing them over in the evening d beamsdons ab ed
sto the lute's sweet sound.
Then by these songs, that which divided us is diminished,
and a loving heart is reached
by what a loving heart has consecrated.
(Alois Jeitteles)
gollig sa
(land IA 0989 yd gaining )
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FIVE MÖRIKE SONGS
1.
ebald to hold viram shity
Nimmersatte Liebe (Insatiable love)
Such is love! Such is love!
Not to be satisfied with kisses ...
di
If you go on kissing for ever,
you will never fulfil its desires ...
2.
Begegnung (Encounter)
по
Hugo Wolf
(1860-1903)
wo Ciswa d
What a storm last night, lasting into the morning!
6.novos flowb finde svol
There's a girl coming down the street ...
like roses scattered by the wind her face glows.
aning no awon
A handsome lad encounters her ...
svo quo vino
how happily, yet full of embarrassment,
the two rascals look at each other! ... sie h
The lad still dreams of the kisses
he exchanged with the sweet girl;
he stands, enchanted by her charms,
while she whisks round the corner.
2 do hla
3. Schlafendes Jesuskind (The Sleeping Christ-child)
and
Taod grival a bas
Son of the virgin, child of heaven! nivol a sdw.vd
Asleep on the ground, on the wood of your agony
which the devout master playfully
yet so meaningfully has laid
as a pillow beneath your gentle dreams;
you are a flower, yet still in bud;
dawning, you enclose the glory of the Father!
Oh if only one could see what pictures are
being painted behind that brow, those black lashes.
(after a painting by Francesco Albani)
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4.
Fussreise (Ramble)
.go
S
With my freshly cut staff in the early morning
I wander through the woods up hill and down dale ...
Thus my old, dear soul feels the spring and autumn fever,
inspired by God, never forfeited,
first fruits of Paradise ...
5. Verborgenheit (Withdrawal)
ind
daw yvsed asv yab sdr
vas 36 sed had I
Let me, o world, let me be!
Do not tempt me with gifts of love,
let this heart cherish in solitude
its ecstasy and anguish!
I mourn an unknown grief
bloo edT
ad no wea
dahi mus go d
disq sir)
Often I am scarcely conscious,
and then bright joy thrills my heart,
lifting the weight that lies upon me.
Suora room T
(Eduard Mörike)
90 948 blow woll
SIX SONGS
ntage am 998 (78
beitud I sud wob
1. Sonntag op. 47 no. 3 (Sunday)
Johannes Brahms
(1833-1897)
now 1000 shi
bluos coros Jedi o
000 asvob 9133il wor
I haven't seen my loved one for a whole week;
I saw her standing at her door last Sunday.
Beautiful girl, I wish I was with you now.
Seeing her on her way to church kept me
happy for a whole week.
(Uhland)
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2.
Serenate, op. 70 no. 3 (Serenade)
Dear child, can you tell me why
gentle souls, lonely and silent,
always torment themselves looking
for a reward where it is not to be found?
(Goethe)
3. Auf dem Kirchhofe, op. 105 no. 4 (At the churchyard)
The day was heavy with rain and rough with storms;
I had been at many a forgotten grave ...
The cold graves proclaimed: 'All is past'
Dew on the graves proclaimed: 'All is made well.'
(Detlev von Liliencron)
4.
Der Gang zum Liebchen, op. 48 no. 1
(The path to the beloved)
9310
ails bas
The moon shone down;
I wanted to go to my beloved once more.
How would she be?
Alas, she might be complaining
that she would never see me again.
The moon went down but I hurried
so that no-one could steal my beloved.
You little doves, coo,
you little breezes, rustle,
so that no-one might steal my beloved.
89703 218
(Traditional Bohemian)
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5. Alte Liebe, op. 72 no. 1 (Past love)
TAS MAI
The dark swallow returns from foreign lands.
The quiet storks return bringing new happiness.
On this spring morning, so overcast and sultry
it is as if I had rediscovered love's old sorrow.
It is as if someone touched me gently on the shoulder ...
An old dream lays hold of me and leads me along its paths.
6.
toms? vnam dilw
(Candidus)
4
O liebliche Wangen, op. 47 no. bogofavab vid
pub sd f revaig mod sibel 'blows to som
O sweet cheeks, you force me to look closely
at this redness, this whiteness.
And that is not all!
To behold, to greet, to touch, to kiss ...
O sun's delight, o delight of the sun!
O eyes, that absorb the light of my eyes ...
bil
O fairest of the fair! Take from me this longing
0 sister, I die, I perish
...
(Flemming)
IIBH beown
TATRAUD OMERTZ HALLLINSTIT
ISI .qozonia # 3637800 B
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Tonight's Artists
IAN PARTRIDGE and his sister JENNIFER PARTRIDGE, who
accompanies him for recitals, both won scholarships to the
Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London.
Ian Partridge is a lyric tenor much in demand as an
oratorio singer, and much acclaimed throughout Europe for
his recitals of German, English and French songs.
His
many recordings include Purcell, Monteverdi, Handel, Bach,
Schubert and Schumann. Of more recent music, he has a
special affinity with the music of Britten.
Jennifer Partridge appears regularly with many famous
singers and instrumentalists all over the world. She has
recently developed an outstanding partnership with Ifor
James, one of the world's leading horn players, in the duo
called Cornucopia.
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droads 154, apvo 0
The moon
NEXT
Alas,
RECITAL
Saturday, 11 February, 7.30 p.m.
Elmwood Hall
FITZWILLIAM STRING QUARTET
Fauré Quartet in E minor, op. 121
Shostakovich Quartet No. 7 op. 108
Beethoven Quartet in F major, op. 135
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