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Capel y Boro Service The Holy City Sun 28 June 2020 at 11am Covenant Christian High School Choirs A Celebration of Richard Wagner Capel y Boro Wesendonck lieder – ‘Der Engel’ Dame Anne Evans (soprano); BBC National Orchestra of Wales/Tadaaki Otaka O Grist, Ffisigwyr mawr y byd Mewn anialwch 'rwyf yn (D R Griffiths, Deep Harmony) trigo, temtasiynau ar bob llaw, Octavia Hill heddiw, tanllyd saethau yma, Selected writings 'fory, tanllyd saethau draw; Opening music: Hefin Elis, Clive Harpwood Pa fodd y traethwn ei ogoniant ef minnau'n gorfod aros yno, Ysbryd Y Nos (W Rhys Nicholas, Pantyfedwen) yn y canol, rhwng y tân; Côr Dinas tyrd, fy Nuw, a gwêl f'amgylchiad, Jones the Borough yn dy allu tyrd ymlaen. J S Bach E B Byron Jones talks to Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, Margaret Howard (excerpt) Marchog, Iesu, yn llwyddiannus, Prélude BBC Radio 4, 23 March 1987 gwisg dy gleddau 'ngwasg dy glun; Kate Price Producer: John Jones ni all daear dy wrth'nebu, chwaith nac uffern fawr ei hun: Mewn anialwch 'rwyf yn trigo Beti Gwenfron Evans mae dy enw mor ardderchog, (William Williams, Hyfrydol) from Memoirs Introduced by Alwyn Humphreys pob rhyw elyn gilia draw; Mae ffydiau ‘ngorfoledd yn mae dy arswyd drwy'r Intrada and welcome tarddu (David Charles, Crug y Bar) greadigaeth; tyrd am hynny maes o law. Geoffrey Chaucer A talk by John Jones on the in a version by Neville Coghill hymn writer Howell Harris Tyn fy enaid o'i gaethiwed, from The Canterbury Tales – gwawried bellach fore ddydd, Prologue Awake my soul and with the sun rhwyga'n chwilfriw ddorau Babel, (Thomas Ken, Tallis) tyn y barrau heyrn yn rhydd; William Shakespeare gwthied caethion yn finteioedd from A Midsummer Night’s I Dad y Trugareddau I gyd Dream – ‘I know a bank where (Thomas Ken, cyf. Howell Harris) allan, megis tonnau llif, the wild thyme blows’ and ‘That torf a thorf, dan orfoleddu, very time I saw, but thou Matthew 10: 40-42 heb na diwedd fyth na rhif. couldst not,’ Oberon (Act 2 Sc. 1) Salm 13 In a desert I am dwelling Charles Dickens temptations on every hand, from Night Walks Meditation by Parch Peter Dewi today, fiery arrows here, Richards and Lord’s Prayer tomorrow, fiery arrows there; Ivo Antognini Canwn a Molwn I too await victory there, ("Canticum Novum") Wele'n sefyll rhwng y myrtwydd in the centre, amidst the fire, Côr y Boro (Ann Griffiths, Cwm Rhondda) come, my God, and behold my Y Gwladgarwr, 8 March 1873 Blessing state! Report of the opening of Capel With thy might come along! y Boro by Henry Richard MP Closing music: and Samuel Morley Esq Richard Rodgers Carousel – Ride, Jesus, successfully! ‘You’ll never walk alone’ Wear thy sword against thy thigh; Stephen Adams Eschoir Earth cannot face up to thee, arranged Bryceson Treharne nor yet can great hell itself: When in April the sweet That towards Canterbury meant Thy name is so superior, showers fall to ride. every kind of enemy retreats far And pierce the drought of March The rooms and stables of the inn away; to the root, and all were wide: dread of thee is throughout creation; The veins are bathed in liquor of They made us easy, all was of the coming to it imminently. such power best. As brings about the engendering And, briefly, when the sun had Draw my soul from its captivity, of the flower, gone to rest, let the morn of the day dawn soon, When also Zephyrus with his I’d spoken to them all upon the smash to pieces the doors of Babel, sweet breath trip Release the iron bars; Exhales an air in every grove and And was soon one with them in may captives be pushed in droves, heath fellowship, Out, like waves of a flood, Upon the tender shoots, and the Pledged to rise early and to take multitude upon multitude, rejoicing, young sun the way without either an end ever or His half-course in the sign of the To Canterbury, as you heard me number. Ram has run, say. And the small fowl are making melody The Tabard Inn in Borough High Intrada That sleep away the night with Street is where those who made the Ysbryd y tragwyddol Dduw, open eye pilgrimage to the Shrine of Thomas disgyn arnom ni; Ysbryd y (So nature pricks them and their Becket in Canterbury Cathedral in tragwyddol Dduw, disgyn arnom heart engages) the 1380s, first met. Geoffrey ni: plyg ni, trin ni, golch ni, cod ni: Then people long to go on Chaucer wrote all about them in Ysbryd y tragwyddol Dduw, pilgrimages ‘The Canterbury Tales’ introducing disgyn arnom ni. And palmers long to seek the them here in this passage from its stranger strands Prologue. Spirit of the eternal God, descend Of far-off saints, hallowed in upon us; Spirit of the eternal God, sundry lands, descend upon us: And specially, from every shire’s William Shakespeare fold us, treat us, wash us, raise us: end from A Midsummer Night’s Spirit of the eternal God, descend Of England, down to Canterbury Dream – ‘I know a bank upon us. they wend where the wild thyme blows’ To seek the holy blissful martyr, and ‘That very time I saw, quick but thou couldst not,’ Oberon Geoffrey Chaucer To give his help to them when (Act 2 Sc. 1) in a version by Neville Coghill they were sick. from The Canterbury Tales – It happened in that season that Prologue one day In Southwark, at The Tabard, as I lay Ready to go on pilgrimage and start For Canterbury, most devout at heart, At night there came into that hostelry Some nine and twenty in a company Of sundry folk happening then to fall In fellowship, and they were That very time I saw, but thou pilgrims all couldst not, Flying between the cold moon Weed wide enough to wrap a Some years ago, a temporary and the earth, fairy in: inability to sleep, referable to a Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he And with the juice of this I’ll distressing impression, caused me took streak her eyes, to walk about the streets all At a fair vestal throned by the And make her full of hateful night, for a series of several west, fantasies. nights. And loosed his love-shaft smartly Take thou some of it, and seek from his bow, through this grove: In the course of those nights, I As it should pierce a hundred A sweet Athenian lady is in love finished my education in a fair thousand hearts; With a disdainful youth: anoint amateur experience of But I might see young Cupid's his eyes; houselessness. My principal fiery shaft But do it when the next thing he object being to get through the Quench'd in the chaste beams of espies night, the pursuit of it brought the watery moon, May be the lady: thou shalt know me into sympathetic relations And the imperial votaress passed the man with people who have no other on, By the Athenian garments he object every night in the year. In maiden meditation, fancy-free. hath on. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Effect it with some care, that he Walking the streets under the Cupid fell: may prove pattering rain, Houselessness It fell upon a little western More fond on her than she upon would walk and walk and walk, flower, her love: seeing nothing but the Before milk-white, now purple And look thou meet me ere the interminable tangle of streets, with love's wound, first cock crow. save at a corner, here and there, And maidens call it love-in- two policemen in conversation, idleness. or the sergeant or inspector Fetch me that flower; the herb I looking after his men. Drip, drip, shew'd thee once: drip, from ledge and coping, The juice of it on sleeping eye- splash from pipes and water- lids laid spouts, and by-and-by the Will make or man or woman houseless shadow would fall madly dote upon the stones that pave the Upon the next live creature that way to Waterloo-bridge; it being it sees. William Shakespeare’s Globe in the houseless mind to have a Fetch me this herb; and be thou Theatre is just down the road from halfpenny worth of excuse for here again Capel y Boro and the dramatist has saying 'Good-night' to the toll- Ere the leviathan can swim a many associations with the area. keeper, and catching a glimpse of league. These are two of Oberon’s most his fire. beguiling speeches from ‘A I know a bank where the wild Midsummer Night’s Dream.’ There was need of thyme blows, encouragement on the threshold Where oxlips and the nodding of the bridge, for the bridge was violet grows, Charles Dickens from Night dreary. The river had an awful Quite over-canopied with Walks look, the buildings on the banks luscious woodbine, were muffled in black shrouds, With sweet musk-roses and with and the reflected lights seemed eglantine: to originate deep in the water, as There sleeps Titania sometime of if the spectres of suicides were the night, holding them to show where Lull’d in these flowers with they went down. The wild moon dances and delight; and clouds were as restless as an And there the snake throws her evil conscience in a tumbled bed, enamell’d skin, and the very shadow of the immensity of London seemed to Y Gwladgarwr, 8 March 1873 chapel at Boro 'Road, London, but lie oppressively upon the river.

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