Robert Blocker, Dean April 13, 2021 7:30 pm | Morse Recital Hall in Sprague Memorial Hall
master of musical arts degree recital
Alexander Longnecker tenor Early Music
Tomoko Nakayama piano and harpsichord Hildegard von Bingen 1098-1179 transc./ed. Susan Hellauer
O ignis spiritus paracliti, D. 158, R 473r
von Bingen
Claudio Monteverdi 1567-1643
“Nigra sum” from Vespro della Beate Vergine, SV 206
Biblical
Alessandro Grandi 1586-1630
O quam to pulchra es (1625)
Biblical
Ludwig von Beethoven 1770–1827
Adelaide, Op. 46
Friedrich von Matthisson Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Friedrich Wilhelm von Haugwitz Christian Reissig
Wonne der Wehmut, Hess 142 Resignation, WoO 149 Lied aus der Ferne, WoO 137 pause
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 1756–1791
Misero! O sogno…Aura che intorno spiri, K. 431
Caterino Mazzolà
Gabriel Fauré 1845–1924
Après un rêve, Op. 7, No. 1 Sylvie, Op, 6, No. 3
Romaine Bussine, after Anonymous Paul de Choudens
Nell, Op. 18, No. 1
Leconte de Lisle
Hymne, Op. 7, No. 2
Charles Baudelaire
Automne, Op. 18, No. 3
Armand Silvestre
Charles Villiers Stanford 1852–1924
The Rain It Raineth Every Day, Op. 65, No. 3
William Shakespeare
Ralph Vaughan Williams 1872–1958
Orpheus With His Lute (1901)
Shakespeare
Geoffrey Bush 1920–1998
“Sigh no more, ladies” from Three Elizabethan Songs (1948)
Shakespeare
This performance is in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the master of musical arts degree.
Whence praise be to you, who are the sound of prais, the joy of life, the hope and greatest honor, granting the prize of light. Translation by Susan Hellauer
Unde laus tibi sit, qui es sonus laudis et gaudium vite, spes et honor fortissimus, dans premia lucis.
You are always teaching the learned, who, through wisdom’s inspiration, are made joyful.
Tu etiam semper educis doctos per inspirationem Sapientie letificatos.
From you clouds flow, wind flies, stones produce moisture, water flows in streams, and the earth exudes living greenness.
De te nubes fluunt, ether volat, lapides humorem habent, aque rivulos educunt, et terra viriditatem sudat.
O mightiest course that has penetrated all things in the heavens and on earth and in every abyss, you reconcile and draw all humanity together.
O iter fortissimum, quod penetravit omnia in altissimis et in terrenis et in omnibus abyssis, tu omnes componis et colligis.
Guard those imprisoned by the enemy and free those who are bound whom the divine power wishes to save.
Custodi eos qui carcerati sunt ab inimico, et solve ligatos quos divina vis salvare vult.
O breastplate of live and hope of the whole human body, o belt of honor: save the fortunate.
O lorica vite et spes compaginis membrorum omnium et o cingulum honestatis: salva beatos.
O clearest fountain, in which see how God gathers the alienated and finds the lost.
O fons purissime, in quo consideratur quod Deus alienos colligit et perditos requirit.
O breath of holiness, o fire of love, o sweet savior in our breasts, infusing hearts with the scent of virtue.
O spiraculum sanctitatis, o ignis caritatis, o dulcis gustus in pectoribus et infusio cordium in bono odore virtutum.
You are holy, anointing those perilously broken, you are holy, cleansing festering wounds.
Sanctus es ungendo periculose fractos, sanctus es tergendo fetida vulnera.
O spirit of fire, bringer of comfort, life of the life of every creature, you are holy, giving life to forms.
O ignis Spiritus paracliti, vita vite omnis creature, sanctus es vivificando formas.
Some day, o miracle! a flower will blossom, Upon my grave from the ashes of my heart; And clearly on every violet petal will shine: Adelaide!
Einst, o Wunder! entblüht auf meinem Grabe, Eine Blume der Asche meines Herzens. Deutlich schimmert auf jedem Purpurblättchen: Adelaide!
Evening breezes whisper through the tender leaves The silver bells at Maytime rustle in the grass, Waves roar and nightingales sing, Adelaide!
Abendlüftchen im zarten Laube flüstern, Silberglöckchen des Mais im Grase säuseln, Wellen rauschen und Nachtigallen flöten, Adelaide!
In the reflection of the river, in the snows of the Alps, In the golden clouds of sinking day, In the fields of stars thy face beams forth, Adelaide!
In der spiegelnden Flut, im Schnee der Alpen, In des sinkenden Tages Goldgewölke, In Gefilde der Sterne strahlt dein Bildnis, Adelaide!
Adelaide Your friend wanders alone in the garden of spring, Gently bathed in lovely magical light, Which shimmers through the swaying branches of flowers: Adelaide!
Adelaide Einsam wandelt dein Freund im Frühlingsgarten, Mild vom lieblichen Zauberlicht umflossen, Das durch wankende Blüthenzweige zittert, Adelaide!
O how beautiful you are, My girlfriend, my dove, My beautiful one, Your eyes are those of doves Your hair is like flocks of goats, Your teeth are like rows of oars. Come from Lebanon, come and you will be crowned. Arise quickly, arise my bride Arise my precious, my spotless one, Arise, come, because I languish in love.
O quam tu pulchra es, Amica mea, columba mea, Formosa mea Oculi tui columbarum Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum Et dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum. Veni de Libano, veni coronaberis. Surge propera, surge sponsa mea, Surge dilecta mea, immaculata mea, Surge, veni, quia amore langueo.
I am black but beautiful daughter of Jerusalem, Therefore have I pleased the Lord and he has brought me into his chamber and said to me:Arise my love and come. For now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come.
Nigra sum sed formosa filia Jerusalem Ideo dilexit me Dominus et introduxit in cubiculum suum et dixit mihi: Surge amica mea et veni. Jam hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit, Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Now longing often drives me out to the hills To see where my heart's desire is smiling! My yearning gaze searches all around, But never returns contented to me.
Nun treibt mich oft Sehnsucht hinaus auf die Höhn, Den Wunsch meines Herzens wo lächeln zu seh'n! Hier sucht in der Gegend mein schmachtender Blick, Doch kehret er nimmer befriedigt zurück.
Singing of the Distance Before my tears of longing flowed, And envious distance kept my beloved from me, How my life resembled the blossoming wreath, The nightingale wood, full of play and dancing!
Gesang aus der Ferne Als mir noch die Träne der Sehnsucht nicht floß, Und neidisch die Ferne nicht Liebchen verschloß, Wie glich da mein Leben dem blühenden Kranz, Dem Nachtigallwäldchen, voll Spiel und voll Tanz!
Once you burned brightly, Now you've been deprived of air; When that has blown away, The flame splutters Seeks - fails to find Go out, my light! Translation © Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
Sonst hast du lustig aufgebrannt, nun hat man dir die Luft entwandt; wenn diese fort gewehet, die Flamme irregehet, sucht, findet nicht; lisch aus, mein Licht!
Resignation Go out, my light! What you lack Is now departed, In this place You shall never find it again! You must now break free.
Resignation Lisch aus, mein Licht! Was dir gebricht, das ist nun fort, an diesem Ort Kannst du's nicht wieder finden! Du mußt nun los dich binden.
Delight in Melancholy Dry not, dry not, tears of eternal love! Ah, even to the half-dried eye, how desolate, how dead the world appears! Dry not, dry not, tears of unhappy love!
Wonne der Wehmut Trocknet nicht, trocknet nicht, Thränen der ewigen Liebe! Ach, nur dem halbgetrockneten Auge Wie öde, wie tot die Welt ihm erscheint! Trocknet nicht, trocknet nicht, Thränen unglücklicher Liebe!
Miserable! do I dream, or am I awake? The way is closed to escape! I then, oh stars! Alone in this place, Shut up by shadows! This silent and sad place, where one does not hear In the terror of the night Even the lamenting voice Of nocturnal birds! Must my days end? Open, ignoble ones, This infernal door! Cruel ones, open it! No one hears me! And only A pitiful echo, Hidden in the stone caves, Responds to my miserable words. And must I die here? Ah! in my last bitter sighs At least I could, oh God! Give to my beloved my final farewell!
Misero! o sogno, o son desto? Chiuso è il varco all'uscita! Io dunque, o stelle! Solo in questo rinchiuso Abitato dall'ombre! Luogo tacito e mesto, ove non s'ode Nell'orror della notte Che de' notturni augelli La lamentabil voce! I giorni miei Dovrò qui terminar? Aprite, indegne, Questa porta infernale! Spietate, aprite! Alcun non m'ode! E solo, Ne' cavi sassi ascoso, Risponde a' mesti accenti Eco pietoso E dovrò qui morir? Ah! negli estremi amari sospiri Almen potessi, oh Dio! Dar al caro mio ben l'ultimo addio!
O sweetest, come quickly to your bridal dance! I've roses and myrtles for your wreath. Come, make my hut a magic temple of peace, A temple of rapture, and be its goddess! Translation © Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
O Teure, komm eilig zum bräutlichen Tanz! Ich pflege schon Rosen und Myrten zum Kranz. Komm, zaubre mein Hüttchen zum Tempel der Ruh, Zum Tempel der Wonne, die Göttin sei du!
How my heart pounds, as if you were near; O come, my sweetest, your beloved is here! I'll offer you all that God has granted me, For I was never in love, the way I love you!
Wie klopft es im Busen, als wärst du mir nah, O komm, meine Holde, dein Jüngling ist da! Ich opfre dir alles, was Gott mir verlieh, Denn wie ich dich liebe, so liebt' ich noch nie!
After a dream During a sleep which charmed your image I dreamt of the happy, ardent mirage, Your eyes were more sweet, you voice pure and sonorous, You radiated like the sky lit by the daybreak; You called me, and I left the earth To fly with you towards the light, The skies opened their clouds for us,
Après un rêve Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage, Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore, Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l’aurore; Tu m’appelais et je quittais la terre Pour m’enfuir avec toi vers la lumière, Les cieux pour nous entr’ouvraient leurs nues, Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues. Hélas! hélas, triste réveil des songes, Je t’appelle, ô nuit, rends-moi tes mensonges; Reviens, reviens, radieuse, Reviens, ô nuit mystérieuse!
Air which I breathe in, On wings to her whom I adore Ah! carry my sighs, Say that for her I die, That she will see me no longer! I have the sound of the voices Of a thousand various spectres inside of me; What a horrible sojourn! What new cruelty! What barbarous fate! What a painful state! I moan, I sigh, No one hears me, In [my] grave danger I see no one, I do not hope for council, I do not seek pity! Translation © Garrett Medlock (2020)
Aura che intorno spiri, Sull'ali a lei che adoro Deh! porta i miei sospiri, Dì che per essa moro, Che più non mi vedrà! Ho mille larve intorno Di varie voci il suono; Che orribile soggiorno! Che nuova crudeltà! Che barbara sorte! Che stato dolente! Mi lagno, sospiro, Nessuno mi sente, Nel grave periglio Nessun non miro, Non spero consiglio, Non trovo pietà!
We saw unknown splendors, divine lights. Alas! Alas, sad awakening from the dreams! I call out, oh night, return to me your illusions: Come back, come back, radiance, Come back, o mysterious night!
The singing sea, along the shore, Will silence its eternal murmur, Before your image stops blooming in my heart, dear love, Oh Nell!
La chantante mer, le long du rivage, Taira son murmur éternel, Avant qu'en mon cœur, chère amour, ô Nell, Ne fleurisse plus ton image!
How your pearl is sweet in the enflamed sky, star of the pensive night! But more sweet is the vivid light That shines on my charmed heart!
Que ta perle est douce au ciel enflammé, Étoile de la nuit pensive! Mais combien plus douce est la clarté vive Qui rayonne en mon cœur charmé!
Under the soft shelter of shady foliage Rises a sigh of exquisite pleasure! More than one dove sings its loving lament in the isolated woods on my heart.
Sous le mol abri de la feuille ombreuse Monte un soupir de volupté; Plus d'un ramier chante au bois écarté, O mon cœur, sa plainte amoureuse.
Nell Your rose of crimson, oh June, Sparkles intoxicatingly in you bright sun; Incline towards me you gilded cup as well: My heart is similar to your rose.
Nell Ta rose de pourpre, à ton clair soleil, O Juin, étincelle enivrée; Penche aussi vers moi ta coupe dorée: Mon cœur à ta rose est pareil.
If you wish. To know, Sylvia, Why I love your brilliant and Languorous eyes to madness? I will tell it to you, Sylvia, It is that without you in life All in my heart Is nothing by sadness.
Si tu veux savoir Sylvie, Pourquoi j'aime à la folie Tes yeux brillants et langoureux? Je te le dirai Sylvie. C'est que sans toi dans la vie Tout pour mon cœur N'est que douleur.
If you wish to know, my fair one, Why on earth and on the waves The night animates and unites all? I will tell it to you, my fair one, It is that there is one hour in the world Where far from day love watches!
Si tu veux savoir ma blonde, Pourquoi sur terre et sur l'onde La nuit tout s'anime et s'unit? Je te le dirai ma blonde, C'est qu'il est une heure au monde Où loin du jour Veille l'amour!
Sylvia If you wish to know, my beauty, Where the bird who sings in the elm Flies off in a flutter of wings? I will tell it to you, my beauty, It flies to the one who calls it, To the one there Who will love it!
Sylvie Si tu veux savoir ma belle, Où s'envole à tire d'aile, L'oiseau qui chantait sur l'ormeau? Je te le dirai, ma belle, Il vole vers qui l'appelle, Vers celui-là Qui l'aimera!
I feel in the bright sunlight of triumphant memory, The untied roses flowering again in bouquets, And some tears rise to my eyes that in my heart my twenty years had forgotten!
Je sens, au clair soleil du souvenir vainqueur, Refleurir en bouquet les roses déliées, Et monter à mes yeux des larmes, qu'en mon cœur, Mes vingt ans avaient oubliées!
My spirits are whisked away on the wings of regret, as if it were possible that our time be reborn! Wandering over the hills enchanted, while dreaming, Where my youth once smiled.
Sur l'aile des regrets mes esprits emportés, Comme s'il se pouvait que notre âge renaisse! Parcourent, en rêvant, les coteaux enchantés Où jadis sourit ma jeunesse.
Autumn Autumn of of misty skies, of distressing horizons, With rapid sunsets, with pale dawns, I watch your days of melancholy Like the water of the torrent.
Automne Automne au ciel brumeux, aux horizons navrants, Aux rapides couchants, aux aurores pâlies, Je regarde couler, comme l'eau du torrent, Tes jours faits de mélancolies.
How, incorruptible love, Can I express to you truthfully? Grain of musk that lies invisible, On the depths of my eternity!
Comment, amour incorruptible, T’exprimer avec vérité? Grain de musc qui gis, invisible, Au fond de mon éternité!
She propagates through my life Like a salt filled breeze, And in my unsatisfied soul She pours the taste of the eternal.
Elle se répand dans ma vie Comme un air imprégné de sel, Et dans mon âme inassouvie Verse le goût de l’éternel.
Hymn To the most dear, to the most beautiful Who fills my heart with clarity, To the angel, to the idol immortal, I pledge immortal faith!
Hymne À la très-chère, à la très-belle Qui remplit mon cœur de clarté, À l’ange, à l’idole immortelle, Salut en immortalité!
The Rain, it Raineth Every Day When that I was and a little tiny boy With hey, ho, the wind and the rain A foolish thing was but a toy For the rain it raineth every day But when I came to man's estate With hey, ho, the wind and the rain 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate For the rain it raineth every day But when I came, alas! to wive With hey, ho, the wind and the rain By swaggering could I never thrive For the rain it raineth every day A great while ago the world begun With hey, ho, the wind and the rain But that's all one, our play is done And we'll strive to please you every day. Orpheus with his Lute Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art: Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Sigh no more, Ladies Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more, Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.