Drummond, Leah

Raydo, Rebecca

English

Old Dominion University

Diehn Fine and Performing Arts Chandler Recital Hall Friday, April 7, 2017                                 3:45PM OLD DOMINION UNIVERSITY Department of Music          Student Recital  Leah Drummond, soprano Rebecca Raydo, piano    Program Leah Drummond is a student of Agnes Fuller and was assisted by Karen Hoy this semester. This recital is given in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Bachelor of Music Education degree. Intorno all’idol mio           from Orontea Antonio Cesti (1623-1669) Tendrement L’Heure exquise Erik Satie (1866-1925) Reynaldo Hahn (1874-1947) George Frideric Handel (1685-1759) Recit. Frondi tenere  Aria: Ombra mai fu           from Serse Frauenliebe und Leben  Robert  Schumann (1810-1856) What if a day Love will find out the way I was Lonely and Forlorn Thomas Campion (1567-1620) Thomas Percy (1728-1811) Benjamin Britten (1913—1976) I. Seit ich ihn gesehen II. Er der Herrlichste von allen Your Daddy’s Son For Good  from Wicked Stephen Flaherty (b. 1982) Stephen Schwartz (b. 1948) Intorno all’idol mio from Orontea  Intorno all'idol mio spirate pur, spirate, Aure, Aure soavi e grate, E nelle guancie elette Baciatelo per me, Cortesi, cortesi aurette!  Al mio ben, che riposa Su l'ali della quiete, Grati, grati sogni assistete E il mio racchiuso ardore Svelate gli per me, O larve, o larve d'amore!   Ombra mai fu, Serse's aria from Serse  Frondi tenere e belle Del mio Platano amato, Per voi risplenda il Fato Tuoni, Lampi, e Procelle Non vi oltraggino mai la cara pace, Ne giunga a profanarvi Austro rapace.  Ombra mai fu Di Vegetabile, Care ed amaile Soave piu.   Tendrement  D'un amour tendre et pur afin qu'il vous souvienne, Voici mon coeur, mon coeur tremblant, Mon pauvre coeur d'enfant Et voici, pâle fleur que vous fites éclore, Mon âme qui ce meurt de vous Et de vos yeux si doux.   Mon âme est la chapelle, Où la nuit et le jour Devant votre grâce immortelle, Prie à deux genoux mon fidèle amour.   Dans l'ombre et le mystère Chante amoureusement Un douce prière, Païenne si légère, C'est votre nom charmant.  Around my idol  Around my idol Breathe, merely breathe, Winds sweet and gracious And on the favored cheeks Kiss him for me, courtly breezes!  In my love who rests On the wings of peace Pleasant dreams provoke. And my hidden ardor Reveal to him for me O spirits of love.   Translated by Katherine McGuire Shadow never was  Tender and beautiful fronds of my beloved plane tree, Let Fate smile upon you. May thunder, lightning, and storms never bother your dear peace, Nor may you by blowing winds be profaned.  Never was made A vegetable (a plant) more dear and loving or gentle.   Translated by Robert Glaubitz Tenderly  With a tender, pure love, so that you will recall it, here is my heart, my trembling heart, my poor childish heart. Here, too, pale flower that you have made to bloom, is my soul that dies for you and your sweet eyes.  My soul is the chapel Where, night and day, my faithful love goes down on both knees to pray before your immortal grace.  In shadow and mystery, a sweet, slight  pagan prayer sings lovingly. 'Tis your charming name. D'un amour tendre et pur...  Des roses sont écloses Au jardin de mon coeur, Ces roses d'amour sont moins roses Que vos adorables lèvres en fleur.   De vos main si cruelles Et dont je suis jaloux, Effeuilles les plus belles,  Vous pouvez les cueillir, le jardin est à vous.   D'un amour tendre et pur...   L’Heure exquise   La lune blanche  Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche  Part une voix  Sous la ramée...  Ô bien aimée.  L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure...  Rêvons, c'est l'heure.  Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise...  C'est l'heure exquise.   Seit ich ihn gesehen  Seit ich ihn gesehen,   Glaub' ich blind zu sein; Wo ich hin nur blicke,   Seh' ich ihn allein; Wie im wachen Traume   Schwebt sein Bild mir vor,  With a tender, pure love,...  Roses are in bloom in the garden of my heart. These roses of love are paler than your adorable flowered lips.  With your cruel, cruel hands, of which I am so jealous, strip the leaves from the most beautiful of them. You may pick them. The garden is yours.  With a tender, pure love,...  Translated by Faith J. Cormier The exquisite hour  The white moon shines in the woods. From each branch  springs a voice beneath the arbor.  Oh my beloved...  Like a deep mirror the pond reflects the silhouette of the black willow where the wind weeps.  Let us dream! It is the hour...  A vast and tender calm seems to descend from a sky made iridescent by the moon.  It is the exquisite hour!   Translated by Grant A. Lewis Since I Saw Him  Since I saw him  I believe myself to be blind,  where I but cast my gaze,  I see him alone.  as in waking dreams  his image floats before me,   Taucht aus tiefstem Dunkel  Heller nur empor.  Sonst ist licht- und farblos Alles um mich her, Nach der Schwestern Spiele Nicht begehr' ich mehr, Möchte lieber weinen, Still im Kämmerlein; Seit ich ihn gesehen, Glaub' ich blind zu sein.   Er, der Herrlichste von allen  Er, der Herrlichste von allen, Wie so milde, wie so gut! Holde Lippen, klares Auge, Heller Sinn und fester Muth.  So wie dort in blauer Tiefe, Hell und herrlich, jener Stern, Also er an meinem Himmel, Hell und herrlich, [hoch]1 und fern.  Wandle, wandle deine Bahnen; Nur betrachten deinen Schein, Nur in Demuth ihn betrachten, Selig [nur]2 und traurig sein!  Höre nicht mein stilles Beten, Deinem Glücke nur geweiht; Darfst mich niedre Magd nicht kennen, Hoher Stern der Herrlichkeit!  Nur die Würdigste von allen [Soll]3 beglücken deine Wahl, Und ich will die Hohe segnen, [Segnen]4 viele tausend Mal.  Will mich freuen dann und weinen, Selig, selig bin ich dann, Sollte mir das Herz auch brechen, Brich, o Herz, was liegt daran.  dipped from deepest darkness,  brighter in ascent.   All else dark and colorless  everywhere around me,  for the games of my sisters  I no longer yearn,  I would rather weep,  silently in my little chamber,  since I saw him,  I believe myself to be blind.  Translated by Daniel Platt He, the most glorious of all  He, the most glorious of all,  O how mild, so good!  lovely lips, clear eyes,  bright mind and steadfast courage.   Just as yonder in the blue depths,  bright and glorious, that star,  so he is in my heavens,  bright and glorious, lofty and distant.  Meander, meander thy paths,  but to observe thy gleam,  but to observe in meekness,  but to be blissful and sad!   Hear not my silent prayer,  consecrated only to thy happiness,  thou mays't not know me, lowly maid,  lofty star of glory!   Only the worthiest of all  may make happy thy choice,  and I will bless her, the lofty one,  many thousand times.   I will rejoice then and weep,  blissful, blissful I'll be then;  if my heart should also break,  break, O heart, what of it?  Translated by Daniel Platt 

Student Recital: Leah Drummond, Soprano

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