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Index:
1. "With rue my heart is laden"
2. "Sure on this shining night"
3. "Hermit Songs"
a. At Saint Patrick's Purgatory
b. Church Bell at Night
c. Saint Ita's Vision
d. The Heavenly Banquet
e. The Crucifixion
f. Sea-Snatch
g. Promiscuity
h. The Monk and his Cat
i. The Praises of God
j. The Desire for Hermitage
1. "With rue my heart
is laden"
Text by Alfred Edward Housman (1859-1936), from A Shropshire Lad.
Music by Samuel Barber, "With rue my heart is laden", op. 2 no. 2
See also:
George Butterworth (1885-1916), "With rue my heart is laden"
(1912)
Ivor Gurney (1890-1937), "Golden Friends", from The Western
Playland, no. 3
John Jeffreys (b. 1927), "With rue my heart is laden"
Charles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976), "With rue my heart is laden"
Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958),"With
rue my heart is laden", from Along the Field, no.8
With rue my heart is laden
or golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfood lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
2. "Sure on this
shining night"
Text by James Agee (1909-1955), from Permit Me Voyage
Music by Samuel Barber, op. 13 no. 3
Sure on this shining night
Of starmade shadows round,
Kindness must watch for me
This side the ground.
The late year lies down the north.
All is healed, all is health.
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night
I weep for wonder
wandering far alone
Of shadows on the stars.
3. "Hermit Songs"
From anonymous Irish texts
Music by Samuel Barber, op.29
a. At Saint Patrick's Purgatory
b. Church Bell at Night
c. Saint Ita's Vision
d. The Heavenly Banquet
e. The Crucifixion
f. Sea-Snatch
g. Promiscuity
h. The Monk and his Cat
i. The Praises of God
j.The Desire for Hermitage
a. At Saint Patrick's Purgatory
Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg!
0 King of the churches and the bells
bewailing your sores and your wounds,
but not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes!
Not moisten an eye after so much sin!
Pity me, 0 King!
What shall I do with a heart that seeks only its own ease?
0 only begotten Son by whom all men were made,
who shunned not the death by three wounds, pity me on my pilgrimage to
Loch Derg
and I with a heart not softer than a stone!
b. Church Bell at Night
Sweet little bell, struck on a windy night,
I would liefer keep tryst with thee
than be with a light and foolish woman.
c. Saint lta's Vision
"I will take nothing from my Lord," said she,
"unless He gives me His Son from Heaven
In the form of a Baby that I may nurse Him".
So that Christ came down to her
in the form of a Baby and then she said:
"Infant Jesus, at my breast,
Nothing in this world is true
Save, 0 tiny nursling, You.
Infant Jesus at my breast,
By my heart every night,
You I nurse are not a churl
But were begot on Mary the Jewess
By Heaven's light.
Infant Jesus at my breast,
What King is there but You who could
Give everlasting good?
Wherefore I give my food.
Sing to Him, maidens, sing your best!
There is none that has such right
To your song as Heaven's King
Who every night
Is Infant Jesus at my breast".
d. The Heavenly Banquet
I would like to have the men of Heaven in my own house;
with vats of good cheer laid out for them.
I would like to have the three Mary's,
their fame is so great.
I would like people from every corner of Heaven.
I would like them to be cheerful in their drinking.
I would like to have Jesus sitting here among them.
I would like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings.
I would like to be watching Heaven's family
Drinking it through all eternity.
e. The Crucifixion
At the cry of the first bird
They began to crucify Thee, 0 Swan!
Never shall lament cease because of that.
It was like the parting of day from night.
Ah, sore was the suffering borne
By the body of Mary's Son,
But sorer still to Him was the grief
Which for His sake
Came upon His Mother.
f. Sea-Snatch
It has broken us, it has crushed us,
it has drowned us, 0 King of the starbright
Kingdom of Heaven!
The wind has consumed us, swallowed us,
as timber is devoured by crimson fire from Heaven.
It has broken us, it has crushed us,
it has drowned us, 0 King of the starbright Kingdom of Heaven!
g. Promiscuity
I do not know with whom Edan will sleep,
but I do know that fair Edan will not sleep alone.
h. The Monk and his Cat
Pangur, white Pangur,
How happy we are
Alone together, Scholar and cat.
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study.
Your shining eye watches the wall;
my feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice when your claws entrap a mouse;
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art
Neither hinders the other;
Thus we live ever
without tedium and envy.
Pangur, white Pangur,
How happy we are
Alone together, Scholar and cat.
i. The Praises of God
How foolish the man who does not raise
His voice and praise with joyful words,
As he alone can, Heaven's High King.
To whom the light birds with no soul but air,
All day, everywhere laudations sing.
j. The Desire for Hermitage
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell
with nobody near me;
beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death.
Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;
Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring.
That will be an end to evil when I am alone
in a lovely little corner among tombs
far from the houses of the great.
Ah! To be all alone in a littie cell, to be alone, all alone:
Alone I came into the world
alone I shall go from it.
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