Voss, Penelope-Myles

English

Ithaca College

Ithaca CollegeDigital Commons @ ICAll Concert & Recital Programs Concert & Recital Programs11-9-2013Junior Recital: Penelope-Myles Voss, sopranoPenelope-Myles VossFollow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.ithaca.edu/music_programsPart of the Music CommonsThis Program is brought to you for free and open access by the Concert & Recital Programs at Digital Commons @ IC. It has been accepted forinclusion in All Concert & Recital Programs by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ IC.Recommended CitationVoss, Penelope-Myles, "Junior Recital: Penelope-Myles Voss, soprano" (2013). All Concert & Recital Programs. 2355.https://digitalcommons.ithaca.edu/music_programs/2355Junior Recital:Penelope-Myles Voss, sopranoBlaise Bryski, pianoJeff Chilton, tromboneJonah Prendergast, guitarEmmett Scott, pianoAlec Staples, saxophoneAlex Toth, bassMatt Venora, trumpetAaron Walters, percussion Hockett Family Recital HallSaturday November 9th, 20132:00 pmProgramAbendempfindungAls Luise die Briefe ihres ungetreuen Liebhabersverbrannte An ChloëW. A. Mozart(1756-1791)Jeunes FilletesChaque chose a son tempsBergère légereL'amour s'envole Jean-Baptiste Weckerlin(1821-1910)I can't be talkin' of loveThe Babei carry your heartFebruary TwilightThe Grunchin' WitchJohn Duke(1899-1984)PausePerduta ho la paceDeh, pietoso, oh addolorata Giuseppe Verdi(1813-1901)Cry Me A River Arthur Hamilton(b. 1926)Can't We Be Friends Kay Swift(1897-1993)I Had Myself A True Love  Harold Arlen(1905-1986)Arranged by Jeff ChiltonThis recital is in fulfillment of the degree Vocal Performance and MusicEducation. Penelope-Myles Voss is from the studio of Marc Webster.TranslationsAbendempfindungEvening SensationAbend ist's, die Sonne ist Evening it is; the sun has vanished,    verschwunden, Und der Mond strahlt Silberglanz; And the moons beams silverluster;So entfliehn des Lebens schönste So flee life's most pleasant hours   Stunden,    Fliehn vorüber wie im Tanz. Flying past as if in a dance.Bald entflieht des Lebens bunte Soon will fly away lifes colorful   Szene,       pageant,    Und der Vorhang rollt herab; and the curtain will roll down. Aus ist unser Spiel, des Freundes Done is our play, the tears of a   Träne       friend   Fließet schon auf unser Grab. flow already upon our grave. Bald vielleicht - mir weht, wie Soon, perhaps - on me blows like   Westwind leise,       the west wind gently,   Eine stille Ahnung zu - a quiet foreboding -Schließ ich dieses Lebens I conclude this lifes pilgrimage,   Pilgerreise,    Fliege in das Land der Ruh. will fly to the land of rest.Werdet ihr dann an meinem Grabe If you will then by my grave weep,   weinen,    Trauernd meine Asche sehn, mournfully on my ashes gaze,Dann, o Freunde, will ich euch Then, oh friends, will I appear to   erscheinen       you   Und will himmelauf euch wehn. and will waft you Heavenward.Schenk auch du ein Tränchen mir Give you also a tear for meund pflücke Mir ein Veilchen auf and pluck for me a little violet for   mein Grab,       my grave,   Und mit deinem seelenvollen Blicke and with your soulful gaze   Sieh dann sanft auf mich herab. look then gently on me below.Weih mir eine Träne, und ach! Dedicate to me a tear, and ah!schäme dich nur nicht, sie mir zu Do not be ashamed to give it to me;   weihn;    O, sie wird in meinem Diademe Oh, it will in my crownDann die schönste Perle sein! then the brightest Pearl be! Als Luise die Briefe ihres ungetreuen Liebhabers verbrannte When Luise burned the LetterErzeugt von heißer Phantasie, Created from a passionatein einer schwärmerischen Stunde    fantasyzur Welt gebrachte! geht  zu in a rapturous hour   Grunde!   brought into the world! go to theihr Kinder der Melancholie!    ground!   you children of melancholy!Ihr danket Flammen euer Sein: You owe the flames yourich geb' euch nun den Flammen    existence:      wieder,   I restore you now to the fire,und all die schwärmerischen and all the rapturous songs,   Lieder,   for alas! he sang not to me alone.denn ach! er sang nicht mir   allein.   Ihr brennet nun, und bald, ihr You burn now, and soon, dear   Lieben,      ones,   ist keine Spur von euch mehr will be no trace of you anywhere   hier:      here:   Doch ach! der Mann, der euch Yet ah! the man, who wrote you,   geschrieben,   will burn for a long time still,brennt lange noch vielleicht in    perhaps, in me.        mir.    An ChloëTo ChloëWenn die Lieb aus deinen blauen, When the love from your blue,hellen, offnen Augen sieht, bright, open eyes shines,und für Lust, hinein zu schauen, and for lust, into them gazes,mir's im Herzen klopft und glüht, my heart throbs and glows,und ich halte dich und küsse and I hold you and kissdeine Rosenwangen warm, your rosy cheeks ardently,liebes Mädchen, und ich schließe dear maiden, and I claspzitternd dich in meinen Arm! you trembling in my arms!Mädchen, Mädchen, und ich Maiden, maiden, and I press   drücke   you to my breast firmly,dich an meinen Busen fest, which at the last momentder im letzten Augenblicke only at death will let you go;sterbend nur dich von sich läßt;den berauschten Blick the enraptured gaze will then be   umschattet      shadowed   eine düstre Wolke mir, by a dark cloud for me,und ich sitze dann ermattet, and I will sit then exhausted,aber selig neben dir.   but blissful beside you. Jeunes FillettesYoung MaidensJeunes fillette, profitez du temps, Young maiden, benefit from the   time,la violette se cueille au printemps, the violet is gathered in spring,la la la rirette, la ri lon lah la. la la la rirette, la ri lon lah la.Cette fleurette passe en peu de This little flower passes in a short   temps,      time,   toute amourette passe également. the whole flirtation also passed.Dans le bel âge prennez un ami,  In the prime of life take a lover,s'il est volage, rendez le lui. if he is fickle, return it to him.Chaque Chose A son TempsEverything Has its TimeChaque chose a son temps, Everything has its time, young   fillette,    maiden,chose a son temps. everything has its time.Dans l'hiver des ans l'on regrette In the years of winter we regretles faveurs du printemps. the favors of the spring.La saison de la violette The season of the violetne dure pas longtemps. does not last long.Mariez-vous, jeune fillette, Get married, young maiden,A l'âge du printemps. at the age of spring.Bergère LégèreShepherdess FickleBergère Légère, je crains tes appas; Shepherdess fickle, I fear your   charm;ton âme s'enflamme, mais tu your soul burns, but you love not.   n'aimes pas.   Ta mine mutine prévient et séduit;  Your mischevious wealth prevents   and seduces;   Mais vaine, hautaine, tu fuis qui te But vain, haughty, you flee those   suit.      who follow you.   Tu chantes, tu vantes, l'amour et sa You sing, you praise, love and its   loi,      law,   paroles frivoles, tu n'aimes que toi.  frivolous words, you love only you.  L'Amour S'EnvoleLove Flies AwayL'amour est un enfant timide, Love is a timid child,la sévérité lui fait peur. Severity makes him scared.C'est la liberté qui le guide It is liberty who guides himpour trouver le chemin d'un coeur. to find the path of the heart.Tandis qu'il n'a rien à craindre, While he has nothing to fear,les ris et les jeux suivent ses pas, Laughter and games follow in his   footsteps,   mais dès qu'on le veut contraindre but as soon as one seeks to   constrain him   Il s'envole et ne revient pas.  He flies away and does not return. Perduta ho la paceI have lost the peacePerduta ho la pace, I have lost the peace,ho in cor mille guai; I have in my heart a thousand   woes;   Ah, no, più non spero Ah, no, no more hopetrovarla più mai. never find it more.M'è buio di tomba The darkness of the tomb for me isov'egli non è; where he is not;Senz'esso un deserto Without him a desertè il mondo per me. is the world for me.Mio povero capo My poor headconfuso travolto; is confused and upset;Oh misera, il senno, Oh misery, my senses,il senno m'è tolto! my senses are gone!Perduta ho la pace, I have lost the peace,ho in cor mille guai; I have in my heart a thousand   woes;   Ah, no, più non spero Ah, no, no more hopetrovarla più mai. never find it more.S'io sto al finestrello, If I stay at the little window,ho gl'occhi a lui solo; I have eyes for him alone;S'io sfuggo di casa, if I escape from the house,sol dietro a lui volo. I only fly back to him.Oh, il bel portamento; Oh his beautiful bearing;oh, il vago suo viso! oh, how handsome his face!Qual forza è nei sguardi, What force in his glances,che dolce sorriso! what a sweet smile!E son le parole And are his wordsun magico rio; a magic river;Qual stringer di mano, what clasp of hand,qual bacio, mio Dio! what kiss, my God!Perduta ho la pace, I have lost the peace,ho in cor mille guai; I have in my heart a thousand   woes;   Ah, no, più non spero Ah, no, no more hopetrovarla più mai. never find it more.Anela conguingersi Breathless to joinal suo il mio petto; to his my breast;Potessi abbracciarlo, could I embrace him,tenerlo a me stretto! hold him to me tightly!Baciarlo potessi, To kiss him, could Ifar pago il desir! satisfy the desire!Baciarlo! e potessi To kiss him! and could Ibaciata morir.   from being kissed die. Deh, pietoso, oh AddolorataAh, with mercy, oh Woman of SorrowDeh, pietoso, oh Addolorata, Ah, with mercy, oh Woman of   Sorrow,China il guardo al mio dolore; Incline your glance to my grief;Tu, una spada fitta in core, You, a sword fixed in the heart,Volgi gl'occhi desolata turn your eyes afflictedAl morente tuo figliuol. to your dying son.Quelle occhiate, i sospir vanno Those glances, the sighs goLassù al padre e son preghiera high up to the Father and are   prayers   Che il suo tempri ed il tuo affanno. that will temper his and your pity.Come a me squarcin le viscere How my gut wrenchesGl'insoffribili miei guai My woes are insufferableE dell'ansio petto i palpiti and the anxious beating of the   chest   Chi comprendere può mai? Who can ever understand?Di che trema il cor? Che vuol? Of what trembles the heart? What   does it want?   Ah! tu sola il sai, tu sol! Ah! you alone it knows, you alone!Sempre, ovunque il passo io giro, Always, whatever step I take,Qual martiro, qual martiro what martyrdom, what martyrdomQui nel sen porto con me! I carry here in my breast!Solitaria appena, oh, quanto Alone now, oh, how manyVerso allora, oh, quanto pianto I pour out then, oh, how many tearsE di dentro scoppia il cor. And how inside bursts my heart.Sul vasel del fine strino On the vase at the windowLa mia lacrima scendea My teardrops fellQuando all'alba del mattino When at the dawn of morningQuesti fior per te cogliea, This flower was picked for you,Chè del sole il primo raggio that the first ray of sunLa mia stanza rischiarava brightens my roomE dal letto mi cacciava And even from my bed it drove outAgitandomi il dolor. my agitation and my grief.Ah, perte dal disonore, Ah, for you from shame,Dalla morte io sia salvata. from death I am saved.Deh, pietoso al mio dolore Ah, with mercy on my griefChina il guiardo, oh Addolorata!  Incline your glance, oh Woman of   Sorrow!    

Junior Recital: Penelope-Myles Voss, soprano

https://digitalcommons.ithaca.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=3352&context=music_programs

Junior Recital: Penelope-Myles Voss, soprano

Abstract

Similar works

Full text

Available Versions

Ithaca College