Complete Programme

Programme for St. Mary’s Ewell Patronal Festival Concert Saturday 6th
September 2014 at 7.30pm
Part one
3 pieces on the “Father” Willis organ played by Jonathan Holmes
Variations on “America”- Charles Ives
Variations sur un Noel - Marcel Dupre
Sheep may safely graze- J.S.Bach (Requested by Promilla Mullen)
Eleanor Penfold will sing for you:
Daphne- Walton (3 Songs to Poems by Edith Sitwell)
Seufzer, Tränen, Kummer, Not- Bach (BWV 21)
Ich trage meine Minne -Strauss (op. 32, no.1)
Le Colibri- Chausson (Op. 2, no.7)
INTERVAL
(USUAL REFRESHMENTS WILL BE AVAILABLE)
Part two
Eleanor Penfold returns to sing:
Villes- Britten (Les Illuminations, Op.1, no. 2)
Be Kind and Courteous- Britten (MSND)
Bella mia fiamma addio- Mozart (K.528)
Jonathan Returns to the Father Willis to play:
Elizabethan Serenade- Ronald Binge (Request by Promilla Mullen)
Variations on “ I got Rhythm”- Gershwin Arr.Harold Britton
“Jupiter” from the Planets- Gustav Holst arr. Arthur Willis.
Eleanor Penfold is a recent Music graduate from Durham University, currently studying under Sarah Pring,
Guildhall. This year she has performed as Soprano Soloist for Stoneleigh Choral Society in Schubert Mass in
G and is preparing for later solo recitals in the autumn. She is also a soprano within the newly
established consort, Templar Scholars, who may the their London debut at St Martin-in-the-Fields this July at The
Sixteen's Sounds Sublime festival. Whilst at Durham she was involved in a number of productions with the
Durham Operatic Ensemble along with various solo recitals and recordings. As well as singing for the chapel
choirs of University College, St Hild & St Bede and Hatfield among others, she also held a Soprano scholarship at
St Chad's College; with whom she toured to Rome and New York. She continues to sing for various choirs in and
around London; currently holding a choral scholarship at St Mary the Virgin, Ewell. Eleanor has sung across the
UK with the National Youth Choir of Great Britain, including Proms under the direction of Vasily Petrenko,
Gustavo Dudamel and Daniel Barenboim. She has competed nationally in both choral and solo festivals and took
part in the international competition Venezia in Musica with the Northern Spirit Singers and BBC Choir of the
Year.
In solo performance she has been awarded the Angus Watson Cup and John Taylor Memorial Cup for Opera and
Oratorio at the Ryton Festival Championships in 2012. She has also been awarded a diploma in performance with
distinction at Trinity College London. She recently gained First place for Oratorio and British Song at The North
London Music Festival as well as the overall prize for Opera and Oratorio. In the 2014 Croydon Music Festival,
she was also awarded the John Wiltshire Memorial Shield for Oratorio, the Sidney and Elizabeth Northcote
Memorial Trophy for British Song and First place for Lieder.
'Love and Loss'
This recital will explore the themes of Love and Loss in songs by composers including Mozart, Walton and many
more. From the tenderness of love in a piece by Strauss 'Ich trage meine Minne' to the anguish and defiance
of someone who faces loosing their love, before their death, in Mozart's concert aria 'Bella mia fiamma addio'. The
programme will also feature the curious tales of Walton's mystical love song 'Daphne' and Britten's surrealist
portrait of modern life 'Villes'.
There has been a slight amendment to the programme, which hopes to make for a more cohesive selection of
songs.
With the addition of Le Colibri, the first half will end with Chausson's romantic journey and celebration of
love. In the second half, in place of Verdi's Saper vorreste will be another piece by Britten from his opera
Midsummer Night's Dream; appropriately coupling the preceding piece Villes, with Queen's Titania's infatuated
love song to Bottom.
Translations
Seufzer, Thränen, Kummer, Noth
Seufzer, Thränen, Kummer, Noth,
ängstlich Sehnen,
Furcht und Tod,
nagen mein beklemmtes Herz,
ich empfinde Jammer, Scherz
Sighing, weeping, sorrow, need,
Anxious yearning,
Fear of death,
Rend my troubled heart in twain,
I am torn by grief and pain
Copyright © 1994 by Hal Leonard Corporation The Oratorio Anthology: The Vocal Library Soprano
Ich trage meine Minne
Ich trage meine Minne
vor Wonne stumm
im Herzen und im Sinne
mit mir herum.
Ja, daß ich dich gefunden,
du liebes Kind,
das freut mich alle Tage,
die mir beschieden sind.
Und ob auch der Himmel trübe,
kohlschwarz die Nacht,
hell leuchtet meiner Liebe
goldsonnige Pracht.
Und lügt auch die Welt in Sünden,
so tut mir's weh,
die arge muß erblinden
vor deiner Unschuld Schnee.
I carry my love
Mute with delight,
In my heart and in my mind
With me wherever.
Yes, that I have found you,
You beloved child,
That makes me joyful everyday,
And that is granted to me.
And no matter if the sky is gloomy,
Coal-black the night,
Brightly shines my love's
Gold-shining splendor.
And even as the world lies through its sinfulness,
And I am heavy-hearted,
The evil must become blind
From your snowy innocence.
Translation Copyright © by Rebecca Cauthen http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=7832
Le Colibri
Le vert colibri, le roi des collines,
Voyant la rosée et le soleil clair,
Luire dans son nid tissé d'herbes fines,
Comme un frais rayon s'échappe dans l'air.
Il se hâte et vole aux sources voisines,
Où les bambous font le bruit de la mer,
Où l'açoka rouge aux odeurs divines
S'ouvre et porte au coeur un humide éclair.
Vers la fleur dorée, il descend, se pose,
Et boit tant d'amour dans la coupe rose,
Qu'il meurt, ne sachant s'il l'a pu tarir!
Sur ta lèvre pure, ô ma bien-aimée,
Telle aussi mon âme eut voulu mourir,
Du premier baiser qui l'a parfumée.
The hummingbird, the green prince of the heights,
Feeling the dew and seeing the sun's clear light
Shining into his nest of woven grass,
Shoots up in the air like a gleaming dart.
Hurriedly he flies to the nearby marsh
Where the waves of bamboo rustle and bend,
And the red hibiscus with the heavenly scent
Opens to show its moist and glistening heart.
Down to the flower he flies, alights from above,
And from the rosy cup drinks so much love
That he dies, not knowing if he could drink it dry.
Even so, my darling, on your pure lips
My soul and senses would have wished to die
On contact with that first full-fragrant kiss.
Translation copyright © 2000 by Peter Low http://recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=10270
Villes
Ce sont des villes! C'est un peuple pour qui se sont montés
ces Alleghanys et ces Libans de rêve!
Des chalets de cristal et de bois se meuvent sur des rails et
des poulies invisibles. Les vieux cratères ceints de colosses
et de palmiers de cuivre rugissent mélodieusement dans les feux.
Des cortèges de Mabs en robes rousses, opalines, montent des ravines.
Là-haut, les pieds dans la cascade et les ronces, les cerfs tettent Diane.
Les Bacchantes des banlieues sanglotent et la lune brûle et hurle.
Vénus entre dans les cavernes des forgerons et des ermites.
Des groupes de beffrois chantent les idées des peuples.
Des châteaux bâtis en os sort la musique inconnue.
Le paradis des orages s'effondre.
Les sauvages dansent sans cesse la Fête de la Nuit.
Quels bons bras, quelle belle heure me rendront cette région
D'où viennent mes sommeils et mes moindres mouvements?
These are towns! It is for the inhabitants of towns
that these dream Alleghanies and Lebanons have been raised.
Castles of crystal and wood move on rails and invisible pulleys.
Old craters, encircled with colossal statues and palms of copper,
roar melodiously in their fires...
Corteges of Queen Mabs in robes red and opaline, climb the ravine.
Up there, their hoofs in the cascades and the briars, the stags give Diana suck.
Bacchantes of the suburbs weep, and the moon burns and howls.
Venus enters the caves of the blacksmiths and hermits.
Groups of bell-towers sing aloud the ideas of the people.
From castles built of bones proceeds unknown music...
The paradise of the thunders bursts and falls.
Savages dance unceasingly the Festival of the Night.
What kindly arms, what good hour will restore to me those regions
from which come my slumbers and the least of my movements?
Translation copyright © Helen Rootham "Prose Poems from Les Illuminations of Arthur Rimbaud", Faber &
Faber, Ltd. London
Bella mia fiamma, addio!
Bella mia fiamma, addio!
Non piacque al cielo di renderci felici.
Ecco reciso, prima d'esser compito,
quel purissimo nodo, che strinsero
fra lor gl'animi nostri con il solo voler.
Vivi: Cedi al destin, cedi al dovere.
Della giurata fede la mia morte t'assolve.
A più degno consorte ... O pene!
unita vivi più lieta e più felice vita.
Ricordati di me, ma non mai turbi
d'un felice sposo la rara
rimembranza il tuo riposo.
Regina, io vado ad ubbidirti
Ah, tutto finisca il mio furor col morir mio.
Cerere, Alfeo, diletta sposa, addio!
Resta, o cara, acerba morte mi separa
Oh Dio..... da te!
Prendi cura di sua sorte,
consolarla almen procura.
Vado . . . ahi lasso!
Addio, addio per sempre.
Quest'affanno, questo passo
è terribile per me.
Ah! Dov'è il tempio, dov'è l'ara?
Vieni, affretta la vendetta!
Questa vita così amara
più soffribile non è!
Light of my life, farewell!
Heaven did not intend our happiness.
Before the knot was tied,
those pure strands were severed that bound
our spirits in a single will.
Live: Yield to fate and to your duty.
My death absolves you from your promise.
O grief! United to a more worthy consort
you will have a happier, more joyous life.
Remember me, but never let stray
thoughts of an unhappy lover
disturb your rest.
Majesty, I go in obedience to your will...
Ah, let death put an end to my raving.
Ceres, Alpheus, beloved heart, farewell!
Stay, dear heart, cruel death tears me away
O God....from you!
Look after her,
comfort her at last.
I go ... alas!
Farewell, farewell for evermore.
This anguish, this step
is hard for me to bear.
Ah! Where is the temple, where is the altar?
Dear heart, farewell forever!
A life as bitter as this
can be borne no longer!
Translation copyright © 2006 by Anne Evans http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=27882