Cox, Kaeja

Raydo, Rebecca

English

Old Dominion University

Diehn Fine and Performing Arts Choir Room Thursday, April 20, 2017                          5:00PM OLD DOMINION UNIVERSITY Department of Music          Student Recital  Kaeja Cox, soprano Rebecca Raydo, piano Program O quam tu pulchra es Alessandro Grandi  (? - 1630) Illustratevi, o cieli Son ancor pargoletta Vado ben spesso cangiando loco Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643) Francesco Cavalli (1602 –1676) Salvatore Rosa (1615-1673)   Acht Ziguenerlieder Johannes Brahms  (1833-1897)  Je dis que rien ne m’epouvante Georges Bizet  (1838-1875) Bess you is my woman now My Mans Gone Now George Gershwin  (1898-1937) ***** I. He, Zigeuner, greife in die Saiten ein! II. Hochgetürmte Rimaflut III. Wißt ihr, wenn mein Kindchen am allerschönsten ist?  IV. Lieber Gott, du weißt, wie oft bereut ich hab  V. Brauner Bursche führt zum Tanze VI. Röslein dreie in der Reihe blühn so rot  VII. Kommt dir manchmal in den Sinn, mein süßes Lieb  VIII.Rote Abendwolken ziehn am Firmament  Ralph Ashburn, bass-baritone Joe Ritchie, piano Kaeja Cox is a student of Dr. Kelly Montgomery.  This recital is given in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Bachelor of Music Performance degree.  Roger Miller  (1936-1992) H.T. Burleigh (1866-1949) Hall Johnson (1888-1970) Give Me Jesus Ride on King Jesus With You  from Ghost  Almost There  from The Princess and the Frog  How Blessed We are   from Big River Glen Ballard (b. 1953) David Allan Stewart (b. 1952) Bruce Joel Rubin (b.1943) Randy Newman (b. 1943)   O Quam tu pulchra es 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   Illustratevi, o cieli Illustratevi, o cieli, Rinfioratevi, o prati! Aure, gioite! Gli augelletti cantando, I rivi mormorando, Or si rallegrino! Quell’erbe verdeggianti, Quell’onde sussurranti, Or si consolino, Gia ch’e sorta felice Dal cenere trojan la mia Fenice.  Son ancor pargoletta Son ancor pargoletta E amor non provo, Ma, qual tenera pianta Fe’la foglia per tutto Senza fior, senza frutto.  Cosi Lilla d’amor Si ride e canta.  Ov giro le luci Amanti io trovo, Ma colui che si vanta D’avermi vagheggiata Non m’ha sinhor provata.  Ove un cenno mi chiama Il volo io movo, Ma con baldezza tanta Mano ancor non mi strise, Braccio ancor non mi cinse.   O how beautiful you are 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   Shine brightly, o heavens Shine brightly, o heavens, Blossom forth, o meadows! Rejoice, breezes, rejoice! Little singing birds, Murmuring brooks, Be merry again! Verdant grasses, And those ripping waters, Be now consoled, Now, from Trojan ashes, My Phoenix is risen.  I am still a little girl I am still a little girl And have not yet known love, But I am like a young plant, I have leaves, But no flowers or fruit.   And so, Lily laughs At love, and sings.  Wherever I go I find amorous glances,  But whoever boasts Of having charmed me Has not as yet known my love.  Wherever adventure Calls me, I go. But no bold hand Has yet touched me, No arm has yet embraced me. Vado ben spesso cangiando loco Vado ben spesso cangiando loco, Ma non so mai cangiar desio. Sempr l’istesso sara il mio foco, E saro sempr l’istesso anch’io.  Acht Ziguenerlieder I. He, Zigeuner, greife in die Saiten ein! Spiel das Lied vom  ungetreuen Mägdelein! Laß die Saiten weinen,  klagen, traurig bange,  Bis die heiße Träne  netzet diese Wange II. Hochgetürmte Rimaflut, Wie bist du so trüb; An dem Ufer klag ich Laut nach dir, mein Lieb!  Wellen fliehen, Wellen strömen, Rauschen an dem Strand heran zu mir. An dem Rimaufer laß mich Ewig weinen nach ihr! III. Wißt ihr, wenn mein Kindchen  am allerschönsten ist? Wenn ihr süßes Mündchen scherzt  und lacht und küßt.  Mägdelein, du bist mein,  inniglich küß ich dich, Dich erschuf der liebe Himmel  einzig nur für mich!  Wißt ihr, wenn mein  Liebster am besten mir gefällt? Wenn in seinen Armen  er mich umschlungen hält. Schätzelein, du bist mein,  inniglich küß ich dich, Dich erschuf der liebe  Himmel einzig nur für mich  IV. Lieber Gott, du weißt,  wie oft bereut ich hab, Daß ich meinem Liebsten  einst ein Küßchen gab. Herz gebot, daß ich ihn küssen muß, Denk, solang ich leb,  an diesen ersten Kuß. I frequently go from place to place I frequently go from place to place, But I can never change my feelings, My passion will forever remain constant, And I will always be the same.  Gypsy Songs  Ho there, Gypsy! Strike resoundingly each string! And the song of  false and faithless maiden sing!  Let the strings all moan lamenting,  sorrow weeping, 'Til the burning tears these  cheeks so hot are steeping!  High and towering river Rima, thou art so drear, On thy shore I mourn  aloud for thee, my dear!  Waves are fleeing, waves are streaming, Rolling o'er the shore afar to me; On the riverbank of Rima let me weep for her eternally!  Know ye, when my loved  one is fairest of all this? If her sweet mouth rosy, jest  and laugh and kiss. Maiden heart, mine thou art.  Tenderly I kiss thee. Thee a loving heaven  hath created just for me!  Know ye, when my  lover dearest is to me? When in his fond arms,  he enfolds me lovingly. Dear sweetheart, mine thou art.  Tenderly I kiss thee. Thee a loving heaven  hath created just for me!   Dear God, Thou know'st  how oft I've rued this:                                                       That I gave my lover  once a little kiss.                                                           Heart's command I kiss him, how dismiss?                                                                   And long as I live I'll think  of that first kiss. Lieber Gott, du weißt,  wie oft in stiller Nacht Ich in Lust und Leid an  meinen Schatz gedacht. Lieb ist süß, wenn bitter auch die Reu, Armes Herze bleibt ihm ewig, ewig treu. V. Brauner Bursche führt zum Tanze Sein blauäugig schönes Kind; Schlägt die Sporen keck zusammen, Csardasmelodie beginnt.  Küßt und herzt sein süßes Täubchen, Dreht sie, führt sie, jauchzt und springt; Wirft drei blanke Silbergulden Auf das Zimbal, daß es klingt.  VI. Röslein dreie in der Reihe blühn so rot, Daß der Bursch zum Mädel gehe, ist kein Verbot! Lieber Gott, wenn das verboten wär, Ständ die schöne weite Welt schon längst nicht mehr; Ledig bleiben Sünde wär!  Schönstes Städtchen in  Alföld ist Ketschkemet, Dort gibt es gar viele  Mädchen schmuck und nett! Freunde, sucht euch  dort ein Bräutchen aus, Freit um ihre Hand  und gründet euer Haus, Freudenbecher leeret aus. VII. Kommt dir manchmal  in den Sinn, mein süßes Lieb, Was du einst mit heil'gem  Eide mir gelobt? Täusch mich nicht, verlaß mich nicht, Du weißt nicht, wie lieb ich dich hab, Lieb du mich, wie ich dich, Dann strömt Gottes Huld  auf dich herab!  VIII. Rote Abendwolken ziehn  am Firmament Rote Abendwolken ziehn  am Firmament, Sehnsuchtsvoll nach dir, Mein Lieb, das Herze brennt, Dear God, Thou know'st  how oft in still of night, How in joy and pain on  him my thoughts delight. Love is sweet, though bitter oft to rue; My poor heart is his and ever, ever true.   Brown the lad, blue-eyed the lassie  Led by him to dance is she. Clashing spurs he strikes together: Start the Czardas melody!  Kisses fondly his sweet dove, and spins her, whirls her, shouts and springs! Throws three shining silver gulden On the cymbal so it rings!  Rosebuds three,  all on one tree, ye bloom so red, That a lad a lassie woo, is not forbade! O dear God, if that had been denied, Then the whole wide lovely world  long since had died. Single life's a sin, beside!  Fairest village in  Alfeld is Ketschemete, There live many pretty  lasses trim and neat! Friends, go find ye  there a little bride, Sue then for her hand  and build your house with pride. Drain the glass with friendship plied!   Art thou thinking often now,  sweetheart, my love, What thou once with holy v ow to me hast sworn? Leave me not, deceive me not, Thou know'st not how dear thou art to me; Love'st thou me as I thee, Then God's smile shall  crown thee graciously.  Rosy evening clouds hang  in the firmament, Rosy evening clouds hang  in the firmament, Longing-filled for thee, my love, my heart is rent; Himmel strahlt in glühnder Pracht, Und ich träum bei Tag und Nacht Nur allein von dem süßen  Liebchen mein.  Je dis que rien ne m’épouvante Je dis que rien ne m’épouvante, je dis, hélas! que je réponds de moi; mais j’ai beau faire la vaillante, au fond du coeur, je meurs d’effroi! Seule en ce lieu sauvage, toute seule j’ai peur, mais j’ai tort d’avoir peur; vous me donnerez du courage, vous me protégerez, Seigneur!  Je vais voir de près cette femme dont les artifices maudits ont fini par faire un infâme de celui que j’aimais jadis! Elle est dangereuse... elle est belle!... Mais je ne veux pas avoir peur! Non, non, je ne veux pas avoir peur!... Je parlerai haut devant elle... ah! Seigneur, vous me protégerez! Seigneur, vous me protégerez! ah!  Je dis que rien ne m’épouvante, je dis, hélas! que je réponds de moi; mais j’ai beau faire la vaillante, au fond du coeur, je meurs d’effroi! Seule en ce lieu sauvage, toute seule j’ai peur, mais j’ai tort d’avoir peur; vous me donnerez du courage, vous me protégerez, Seigneur!  Protégez-moi! O Seigneur! donnez-moi du courage! Protégez-moi! O Seigneur! Heaven glows with splendrous light And I dream by day and night But of thee, of the sweetheart  dear to me.   I may say that nothing is scaring Me, and I’ll take care of myself, oh dear! But for all my pretense of daring, Deep in my heart I’m full of fear! In this wild place, so lonely, All alone, I’m afraid, But I’m wrong being afraid; For I’ll get courage from you only, O Lord, I know you’ll give me aid!  I will see that woman, be close to her… Vile tricks that she is mistress of Have turned into an evildoer The one with whom I was in love! She’s dangerous and she’s a beauty! But I don’t want to be afraid! No, no, I don’t want to be afraid! To speak before her is my duty… Ah! O Lord, I know you’ll give me aid! O Lord, I know you’ll give me aid! Ah!  I may say that nothing is scaring Me, and I’ll take care of myself, oh dear! But for all my pretense of daring, Deep in my heart I’m full of fear! In this wild place, so lonely, All alone, I’m afraid, But I’m wrong being afraid; For I’ll get courage from you only, O Lord, I know you’ll give me aid!  Give me your aid, O my Lord! Give me strength, give me courage! Give me your aid, O my Lord! Give me your aid, O Lord  

Student Recital: Kaeja Cox, Soprano

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Student Recital: Kaeja Cox, Soprano

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