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@Barbara Bonney "A Pastoral Song' Malcolm Martineau
Barbara Bonney is one of the leading lyric sopranos of her generation. With over 100 recordings to her name, her artistry has been documented for generations of singers to come. Her Sophie (Rosenkavalier) is legendary the world over, as are her Mozart roles of Susanna (Figaro), Pamina (Zauberflote). Ms. Bonney devoted much of her 30 year career to Lieder, and continues to sing Lied-Recitals and Orchestral Concerts. She is a devoted mentor of the new-generation-singer, and is currently Professor at the Mozarteum in Salzburg, as well as guest professor of the Royal Academy of Music in London. Dear Barbara, Wishing you a healthy, happy 55th birthday!!! With sincere admiration. Whitebabygrandpiano (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732-1809) Franz Joseph Haydn is the composer who, more than any other, epitomizes the aims and achievements of the Classical era. Perhaps his most important achievement was that he developed and evolved in countless subtle ways the most influential structural principle in the history of music: his perfection of the set of expectations known as sonata form made an epochal impact. Anne Hunter 1742-1821 When Anne was 29, she married John Hunter, one of the most distinguished scientists and surgeons of his day. They lived in London and the couple entertained many of the main literary giants of the day and Mrs. Hunter was gained a reputation for her talents and intelligence. She wrote some verses of distinction herself, but was modest about her output. Following the death of her husband in 1793, she turned even more to song-writing. Her songs are said to "evince a delicacy of thought, combined with a force and sweetness of expression." This short, simple song of a young girl who is pining for her boy-friend, shows these very characteristics. My Mother Bids Me Bind My Hair My mother bids me bind my hair With bands of rosy hue, Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare, And lace my bodice blue. "For why," she cries, "sit still and weep, While others dance and play?" Alas! I scarce can go or creep, While Lubin is away. 'Tis sad to think the days are gone, When those we love were near; I sit upon this mossy stone, And sigh when none can hear. And while I spin my flaxen thread, And sing my simple lay, The village seems asleep or dead, Now Lubin is away.

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