Faculty Artist Series
JoAnne Stephenson, soprano Yun-Ling Hsu, piano Sunday, November 02, 2014 3:00 PM Rehearsal Hall —Program— Tre Ariette
Vincenzo Bellini (1801-1835)
Il fervido desidero Dolente immagine Vaga Luna Gedichte der Königin Maria Stuart
Robert Schumann (1810-1856)
Abschied von Frankreich Nach der geburt ihres Sohne An die Königin Elisabeth Abshied von der Welt Gebet Air Chantés
Francis Poulenc (1899-1963)
Air Romantique Air Champêtre Air Grave Air Vif Life and Death
Samuel Coleridge Taylor (1875-1912)
Out of the South
Florence Price (1887-1953)
I want Jesus to walk with me
Edward Boatner (1898-1981)
God is a God
Wendell Whalum (b.1931) * * *
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Il fervido desidero When will that day come? When I may see again That which the loving heart so desires?
Yet it takes but of half of me: One part will be for ever yours, My happy land, recalling to you the memory of that other self! Farewell! Nach der geburt ihres Sohne
When will that day come? When I welcome you to my bosom Beautiful flame of love, my soul. Dolente immagine Sorrowful image of my Phillis, Why do you sit so desolate beside? What more do you wish for? Streams of tears have I poured on your ashes. Do you fear that, forgetful of sacred vows, I could turn to another. Shade of Phillis, rest peacefully; the old flame of love cannot be extinguished. Vaga Luna Lovely moon, you who shed silver light on these shores and on these flowers And breathe the language of love to the elements, You are now the sole witness of my ardent longing, and can recount my throbs and sighs to him who fills me with love. Tell him too, that distance cannot assuage my grief, that if I cherish a hope, it is only for the future. Tell him that, day and night I count the hours of sorrow, that a flattering hope comforts me in my love. Abschied von Frankreich I’m going away, away! Farewell, my happy France, where I found the loveliest homeland, you the guardian of my childhood! Farewell, O land, O happy time! The ship bears me far away from joy!
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Lord Jesus Christ, whom they crown with thorns, Protect this new born boy, and if it be Thy will, let his race long rule in this realm, and let all that is done in his name be to Thy glory, praise and honor, Amen. An die Königin Elisabeth One thought alone gladdens and grieves me and dominates my mind, so that the voices of fear and hope resound, when sleepless I count the hours. And when my heart chooses this letter, as a messenger revealing how I long to see you, then, dear sister, a new anguish seizes me, because the letter lacks the power to prove it. I see the boat half hidden in the harbor, held back by the storm and warring waves, and heaven’s serene face blackened by night. So am I, likewise, beset by cares and fear, not of you, my sister. But the force and fate often lacerates the sail in which we trust. Abschied von der Welt What use is the time still allotted me? My heart is dead to earthly desires, My spirit is severed from all but sorrow, the joy of death alone remains. Cease envying me, O enemies: My heart abjures all honor and nobility, excess and anguish will devour me, Hatred and schism will soon be buried with me.
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O friends, who will remember me with love, consider and believe that without the power or fortune there is nothing good I can achieve. So do not wish for the return of happier days, and because I’ve been sorely punished here on earth, pray that a share of eternal peace might be mine! Gebet O Lord God, I put my trust in Thee! O beloved Jesus, rescue me In my harsh prison, in dire affliction I love for Thee; Lamenting I cry to Thee, despairing in the dust, Harken, I implore Thee, and rescue me! Air Romantique I wandered through the countryside with the thunderstorm’s wind in the pale morning, under low clouds. A gloomy raven escorted me on my journey and my steps echoed in the puddles.
Air Champêtre Beautiful spring, I wish to remember forever that day, guided by affection, enchanted, I looked at your face, o goddess, half concealed underneath the moss. Has he but remained, this friend for whom I mourn, o nymph, adhering to your cult, to mingle at least with the breeze that touches you and to respond to your hidden waters? Air Grave Ah! Flee now miserable thoughts! Oh! Rage, oh! Scruples, memories which have pressed both my temples in the grip of the dead. Paths of thick moss, vaporous fountains, deep grottos, voices of birds and the wind, uncertain lights of wild primeval forests, insects, animals, future beauty, do not turn me away, o divine nature, I am your supplicant. Ah! Flee now miserable thoughts, Oh! Rage, Oh! Scruples! Air Vif
The lightening on the horizon made its flame run and Boreas redoubled his persistent howling; yet the tempest was too flaccid for my soul which sounded above the thunder with it’s pounding.
The treasure of the orchard and the festive garden, the flowers in the fields and the woodlands burst with pleasure alas! And above them the wind raises his voice.
From the ash’s and maple’s golden garment, Autumn gathered it’s glistening harvest, and evermore the raven, with an inexorable flight, followed me without changing my destiny.
But you, noble ocean that the assault of storms could not ravage, certainly with more dignity once you lament, you lose yourself in dreams.
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Translations from recmusic.org
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