A E HOUSMAN: CANZONI

Tracklist

1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
Loveliest of trees
The Recruit Leave your home behind lad
Reveille Wake: the silver dusk returning

Cherles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
When the lad for longing sighs
When smoke stood up from Ludlow
Farewell to barn and stack and tree
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
March The sun at noon to higher air . . .

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'The Heart\'s Desire\' ... The boys are up the woods with day
On your midnight pallet lying

Cherles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976
When I watch the living meet

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
When I was one-and-twenty
There pass the careless people

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
Look not in my eyes
It nods and curtseys and recovers

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'Goal and Wicket\' Twice a week the winter thorough
Oh, when l was in love with you
To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race

Ernest John Moeran (1894-1950)
Oh fair enough are sky and plain

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
Bredon Hill In summertime on Bredon

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'The Encounter\' The street sounds to the soldiers \'tread

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
The lads in their hundreds
Say, lad have you things to do?

Cherles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976
This time of year
Along the field as we came by

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
Is my team ploughing?
The Welsh Marches High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam

John Ireland (1879-1962)
The Lent Lily \'Tis spring: come out to ramble
Others, l am not the first
On Wenlock Edge the wood\'s in trouble
From far, from eve and morning

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'The Vain Desire\' If truth in hearts that perish
The New Mistress Oh, sick I am to see you

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
On the idle hill of summer

Mervyn Horder (1910-1998)
White in the moon the long road lies
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The winds out of the west land blow

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'Hawthorn Time\' \'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town

Cherles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976
Into my heart an air that kills
In my own shire, if I was sad
The Merry Guide Once in the wind of morning
The Immortal Part When I meet the morning beam
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?

Lennox Berkeley (1903-1989)
Because I liked you better (da More Poems)
He would not stay for me (da Additional Poems)
If it chance your eye offend you
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
The Carpenter\'s Son Here the hangman stops his cart
Be still, my soul, be still

George Butterworth (1885-1916)
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
In valleys of springs or rivers
Loitering with a vacant eye

Ernest John Moeran (1894-1950)
Far in a western brookland
The True Lover The lad came to the door at night

Samuel Barber (1910-1981)
With rue my heart is laden
Westward on the high-hilled plains
The Day of Battle Far I hear the bugle blow

John Ireland (1879-1962)
\'Epilogue\' You smile upon your friend to-day
When I came last to Ludlow

Cherles Wilfred Orr (1893-1976
The Isle of Portland The star-fiilled seas are smooth to-night
Now hollow fires burn out to black
Hughley Steeple The vane on Hughley steeple
Terence, this is stupid stuff
I hoed and trenched and weeded