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  • Ein Heldenleben
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    • Apr 2014
    • 6797

    #61
    Originally posted by Padraig View Post

    That rang a bell, f f, but I was too slow to respond. I was trying to think of the poem(s) which referred to Hardy's band - never found one yet - but in the course of . . . found this, among other things:


    West Gallery music | Bristol Harmony
    This is one . The woman is his mother Jemima . The viol player his future father.

    A Church Romance

    She turned in the high pew, until her sight
    Swept the west gallery, and caught its row
    Of music-men with viol, book, and bow
    Against the sinking sad tower-window light.

    She turned again; and in her pride's despite
    One strenuous viol's inspirer seemed to throw
    A message from his string to her below,
    Which said: "I claim thee as my own forthright!"

    Thus their hearts' bond began, in due time signed.
    And long years thence, when Age had scared Romance,
    At some old attitude of his or glance
    That gallery-scene would break upon her mind,
    With him as minstrel, ardent, young, and trim,
    Bowing "New Sabbath" or "Mount Ephraim.​

    interesting Hardy Soc background article ..

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    • Padraig
      Full Member
      • Feb 2013
      • 4237

      #62
      Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben View Post

      This is one . The woman is his mother Jemima . The viol player his future father.

      A Church Romance
      Thanks E H. Yes I remember that one now! And a model lesson to go with it. Thomas Hardy - he was a good man and did good things.

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      • Simon Biazeck
        Full Member
        • Jul 2020
        • 301

        #63
        Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben View Post

        This is one . The woman is his mother Jemima . The viol player his future father.

        A Church Romance

        She turned in the high pew, until her sight
        Swept the west gallery, and caught its row
        Of music-men with viol, book, and bow
        Against the sinking sad tower-window light.

        She turned again; and in her pride's despite
        One strenuous viol's inspirer seemed to throw
        A message from his string to her below,
        Which said: "I claim thee as my own forthright!"

        Thus their hearts' bond began, in due time signed.
        And long years thence, when Age had scared Romance,
        At some old attitude of his or glance
        That gallery-scene would break upon her mind,
        With him as minstrel, ardent, young, and trim,
        Bowing "New Sabbath" or "Mount Ephraim.​

        interesting Hardy Soc background article ..

        https://www.hardysociety.org/media/b...1532429023.pdf
        Wonderful, especially the Hardy Society article. I can hear a Finzi or Britten-like setting in my head. Thank you!

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        • Frances_iom
          Full Member
          • Mar 2007
          • 2413

          #64
          To throw a very different reading of some well known carols see article by Bennett Zon in this weeks Tablet pp6-7 that Adeste Fideles is actually a Jacobite protest song! Comments from those more knowledgable than myself would be appreciated.

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          • oddoneout
            Full Member
            • Nov 2015
            • 9214

            #65
            Originally posted by Frances_iom View Post
            To throw a very different reading of some well known carols see article by Bennett Zon in this weeks Tablet pp6-7 that Adeste Fideles is actually a Jacobite protest song! Comments from those more knowledgable than myself would be appreciated.
            Don't know about Zon's article(can't access it), but the idea has been around for some time it would seem - don't know what this item says but it dates from 2008


            Is this the Tablet article?
            https://go.gale.com/ps/i.do?p=AONE&u=googlescholar&id=GALE|A18378884&v=2. 1&it=r&sid=AONE&asid=ad6de08b

            The last sentence in this paragraph amused me
            Better known as the carol ‘O Come All Ye Faithful’, John Francis Wade’s Latin text was not translated for nearly a century. Wade was a fervent Jacobite who fled to France after 1745: in this light, the original becomes a coded rallying call to support Bonny Prince Charlie. Given that prince’s long exile, the tune’s common modern use as the generic protest ‘Why Are We Waiting?’ seems especially appropriate!


            Apologies about being such a chunky post - it wasn't that big when I wrote it!
            Last edited by oddoneout; 22-12-23, 21:47. Reason: Grumble about space

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            • Ein Heldenleben
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              • Apr 2014
              • 6797

              #66
              Originally posted by Simon Biazeck View Post

              Wonderful, especially the Hardy Society article. I can hear a Finzi or Britten-like setting in my head. Thank you!
              Interesting to get a Hardy love poem that is so beautifully oblique and isn’t about Emma Gifford . An unusual approach - how many of us could write about our parents’ first meeting? It’s so finely done with that throw forward to the future. Yes it would need a Britten or Finzi,

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              • french frank
                Administrator/Moderator
                • Feb 2007
                • 30318

                #67
                It doesn't seem clear, though, that Wade wrote the original text of Adeste. An interesting idea, but it fits Christian belief better than a Jacobite interpretation. Does Zon explain anywhere what 'Gestant puellae viscera' meant? Whether Wade adopted it as a secret Jacobite rallying cry is another matter: he was entitled to put it to whatever use he wanted, but without reading the entire article (and I suspect afterwards!) I remain sceptical that that was the original intended significance.
                It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.

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                • Serial_Apologist
                  Full Member
                  • Dec 2010
                  • 37703

                  #68
                  Originally posted by french frank View Post
                  It doesn't seem clear, though, that Wade wrote the original text of Adeste. An interesting idea, but it fits Christian belief better than a Jacobite interpretation. Does Zon explain anywhere what 'Gestant puellae viscera' meant? Whether Wade adopted it as a secret Jacobite rallying cry is another matter: he was entitled to put it to whatever use he wanted, but without reading the entire article (and I suspect afterwards!) I remain sceptical that that was the original intended significance.
                  Back at school I would certainly have wished I could have protested at being made to lead the school chapel choir in procession singing the first verse in the Latin while bearing the school cross aloft and into the chapel for the waiting congregation of pupils and parents! We would sing the first two verses a capella, the final verse being joined by the entire gathering of worshippers with the organ blasting forth for the first time, fortissimo, "Sing choirs of angels", which we certainly weren't.

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                  • Roslynmuse
                    Full Member
                    • Jun 2011
                    • 1240

                    #69
                    Originally posted by Simon Biazeck View Post

                    Wonderful, especially the Hardy Society article. I can hear a Finzi or Britten-like setting in my head. Thank you!
                    And of course, there is The Choirmaster's Burial - which was set by Britten in Winter Words - which also alludes to the clergy's impatience with the old ways

                    He often would ask us
                    That, when he died,
                    After playing so many
                    To their last rest,
                    If out of us any
                    Should here abide,
                    And it would not task us,
                    We would with our lutes
                    Play over him
                    By his grave-brim
                    The psalm he liked best—
                    The one whose sense suits
                    “Mount Ephraim”—
                    And perhaps we should seem
                    To him, in Death’s dream,
                    Like the seraphim.

                    As soon as I knew
                    That his spirit was gone
                    I thought this his due,
                    And spoke thereupon.
                    “I think”, said the vicar,
                    “A read service quicker
                    Than viols out-of-doors
                    In these frosts and hoars.
                    That old-fashioned way
                    Requires a fine day,
                    And it seems to me
                    It had better not be.”
                    Hence, that afternoon,
                    Though never knew he
                    That his wish could not be,
                    To get through it faster
                    They buried the master
                    Without any tune.

                    But ’twas said that, when
                    At the dead of next night
                    The vicar looked out,
                    There struck on his ken
                    Thronged roundabout,
                    Where the frost was graying
                    The headstoned grass,
                    A band all in white
                    Like the saints in church-glass,
                    Singing and playing
                    The ancient stave
                    By the choirmaster’s grave.

                    Such the tenor man told
                    When he had grown old.​:

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                    • Simon Biazeck
                      Full Member
                      • Jul 2020
                      • 301

                      #70
                      Originally posted by Roslynmuse View Post

                      And of course, there is The Choirmaster's Burial - which was set by Britten in Winter Words - which also alludes to the clergy's impatience with the old ways

                      He often would ask us
                      That, when he died,
                      After playing so many
                      To their last rest,
                      If out of us any
                      Should here abide,
                      And it would not task us,
                      We would with our lutes
                      Play over him
                      By his grave-brim
                      The psalm he liked best—
                      The one whose sense suits
                      “Mount Ephraim”—
                      And perhaps we should seem
                      To him, in Death’s dream,
                      Like the seraphim.

                      As soon as I knew
                      That his spirit was gone
                      I thought this his due,
                      And spoke thereupon.
                      “I think”, said the vicar,
                      “A read service quicker
                      Than viols out-of-doors
                      In these frosts and hoars.
                      That old-fashioned way
                      Requires a fine day,
                      And it seems to me
                      It had better not be.”
                      Hence, that afternoon,
                      Though never knew he
                      That his wish could not be,
                      To get through it faster
                      They buried the master
                      Without any tune.

                      But ’twas said that, when
                      At the dead of next night
                      The vicar looked out,
                      There struck on his ken
                      Thronged roundabout,
                      Where the frost was graying
                      The headstoned grass,
                      A band all in white
                      Like the saints in church-glass,
                      Singing and playing
                      The ancient stave
                      By the choirmaster’s grave.

                      Such the tenor man told
                      When he had grown old.​:
                      Yes, indeed! I've sung it many times! And Britten quotes 'Mount Ephraim' in the accompaniment. Masterful - the whole cycle.

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                      • hmvman
                        Full Member
                        • Mar 2007
                        • 1110

                        #71
                        That poem's marvellous -the clergy's impatience with old ways and musicians generally? I really must listen to Winter Words again.

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                        • Ein Heldenleben
                          Full Member
                          • Apr 2014
                          • 6797

                          #72
                          Originally posted by Roslynmuse View Post

                          And of course, there is The Choirmaster's Burial - which was set by Britten in Winter Words - which also alludes to the clergy's impatience with the old ways

                          He often would ask us
                          That, when he died,
                          After playing so many
                          To their last rest,
                          If out of us any
                          Should here abide,
                          And it would not task us,
                          We would with our lutes
                          Play over him
                          By his grave-brim
                          The psalm he liked best—
                          The one whose sense suits
                          “Mount Ephraim”—
                          And perhaps we should seem
                          To him, in Death’s dream,
                          Like the seraphim.

                          As soon as I knew
                          That his spirit was gone
                          I thought this his due,
                          And spoke thereupon.
                          “I think”, said the vicar,
                          “A read service quicker
                          Than viols out-of-doors
                          In these frosts and hoars.
                          That old-fashioned way
                          Requires a fine day,
                          And it seems to me
                          It had better not be.”
                          Hence, that afternoon,
                          Though never knew he
                          That his wish could not be,
                          To get through it faster
                          They buried the master
                          Without any tune.

                          But ’twas said that, when
                          At the dead of next night
                          The vicar looked out,
                          There struck on his ken
                          Thronged roundabout,
                          Where the frost was graying
                          The headstoned grass,
                          A band all in white
                          Like the saints in church-glass,
                          Singing and playing
                          The ancient stave
                          By the choirmaster’s grave.

                          Such the tenor man told
                          When he had grown old.​:
                          Good to hear that , for once , in a choirmaster / vicar dispute the former gets the upper hand.

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                          • Roslynmuse
                            Full Member
                            • Jun 2011
                            • 1240

                            #73
                            Originally posted by Ein Heldenleben View Post

                            Good to hear that , for once , in a choirmaster / vicar dispute the former gets the upper hand.

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