• Agnus dei, op. 11, for mezzo soprano and String trio.mp313:32

4. "Where Go the Boats?" from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson


Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating--
Where will all come home?


SONGS OF A LONGAGO CHILDHOOD, OP 13

AGNUS DEI / MISERERE for soprano & string trio, op. 11

from the latin "Agnus Dei" and the poem "The Miserere" by Harriet Beecher Stowe

One, two! One, two! And through and through
   The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
 He left it dead, and with its head
   He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
   Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
 O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
   He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
   And the mome raths outgrabe.

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

John Feather, composer

But when I'm on my back again,
I watch the Croydon aeroplane
That flies across to France, and sings
Like hitting thick piano-strings.

When I am strong enough to do
The things I'm truly wishful to,
I'll never use a car or train
But always have an aeroplane;

And just go zooming round and round,
And frighten Nursey with the sound,
And see the angel-side of clouds,
And spit on all those motor-crowds!

LYRICS

"The Owl and the Pussy-Cat" by Edward Lear



The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

   In a beautiful pea-green boat, 
They took some honey, and plenty of money, 
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note. 
The Owl looked up to the stars above, 

   And sang to a small guitar, 
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, 
    What a beautiful Pussy you are, 

         You are, 

         You are! 

What a beautiful Pussy you are!" 




II 

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl! 

   How charmingly sweet you sing! 

O let us be married! too long we have tarried: 

   But what shall we do for a ring?" 

They sailed away, for a year and a day, 

   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows 

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood 

   With a ring at the end of his nose, 

             His nose, 

             His nose, 

   With a ring at the end of his nose. 




III 

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling 

   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." 

So they took it away, and were married next day 

   By the Turkey who lives on the hill. 

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, 

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon; 

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, 

   They danced by the light of the moon, 

             The moon, 

             The moon, 

They danced by the light of the moon..

Page Index


Op. 11, AGNUS DEI / MISERERE for soprano & string trio


Op. 10, String Quartet


Op. 9, Trio for piano, violin & bassoon


Op. 8, JACOBEAN SUITE for flute quintet


Op. 7,  FANTAZY for string quartet


Op. 6, RELAPSE for woodwind quintet


Op. 5, NARWHAL SUITE for flute & tuba


Op. 4, Piano Quartet


Op. 3, Sonata for violin & piano


Op. 2, Variations for string quartet


Op. 1, Piano sonata 

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.


Not of the earth that music! all things fade;
Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one,
The starry candles silently expire!
And now, O Jesus! round that silent cross
A moment's pause, a hush as of the grave.
Now rises slow a silver mist of sound,
And all the heavens break out in drops of grief;
A rain of sobbing sweetness, swelling, dying,
Voice into voice inweaving with sweet throbs,
And fluttering pulses of impassioned moan, -
Veiled voices, in whose wailing there is awe,
And mysteries of love and agony,
A yearning anguish of celestial souls,
A shiver as of wings trembling the air,
As if God's shining doves, his spotless birds,
Wailed with a nightingale's heart-break of grief,
In this their starless night, when for our sins
Their sun, their life, their love, hangs darkly there,
Like a slain lamb, bleeding his life away!


Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem.

1.  "When I am Grown" from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson


When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.

2.  "Jabberwocky" from Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll


 `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
   And the mome raths outgrabe.


 "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
 Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
   The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
   Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
   And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
 Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
   And burbled as it came!


3.  "A Child's Garden" by Rudyard Kipling

Now there is nothing wrong with me
Except -- I think it's called T.B.
And that is why I have to lay
Out in the garden all the day.

Our garden is not very wide
And cars go by on either side,
And make an angry-hooty noise
That rather startles little boys.

But worst of all is when they take
Me out in cars that growl and shake,
With charabancs so dreadful-near
I have to shut my eyes for fear.