Marshall, Joseph

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Cedarville University DigitalCommons@Cedarville Junior and Senior Recitals Concert and Recital Programs 11-9-2019 Joseph Marshall, Baritone, Senior Voice Recital Joseph Marshall Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.cedarville.edu/junior_and_senior_recitals  Part of the Music Performance Commons This Program is brought to you for free and open access by DigitalCommons@Cedarville, a service of the Centennial Library. It has been accepted for inclusion in Junior and Senior Recitals by an authorized administrator of DigitalCommons@Cedarville. For more information, please contact digitalcommons@cedarville.edu. MandolineThe gallant serenadersAnd their fair listenersExchange sweet nothingsBeneath singing boughs.Tirsis is there, Aminte is there,And tedious Clitandre too,And Damis who for many a cruel maidWrites many a tender song.Their short silken doublets,Their long trailing gowns,Their elegance, their joy,And their soft blue shadowsWhirl madly in the raptureOf a grey and roseate moon,And the mandolin jangles onIn the shivering breeze.C’est l’extaseIt is languorous rapture,It is amorous fatigue,It is all the tremors of the forestIn the breezes’ embrace,It is, around the grey branches,The choir of tiny voices.O the delicate, fresh murmuring!The warbling and whispering,It is like the soft cryThe ruffled grass gives out …You might take it for the muffled soundOf pebbles in the swirling stream.This soul which grievesIn this subdued lament,It is ours, is it not?Mine, and yours too,Breathing out our humble hymnOn this warm evening, soft and low?En sourdineCalm in the twilightCast by loft boughs,Let us steep our loveIn this deep quiet.Let us mingle our souls, our heartsAnd our enraptured sensesWith the hazy languorOf arbutus and pine.Half-close your eyes,Fold your arms across your breast,And from your heart now lulled to restBanish forever all intent.Let us both succumbTo the gentle and lulling breezeThat comes to ruffle at your feetThe waves of russet grass.And when, solemnly, eveningFalls from the black oaks,That voice of our despair,The nightingale shall sing.All translations from The LiederNet Archive https://www.lieder.net/lieder/ ISelections from MESSIAH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George Frideric Handel (1685–1759)For Behold, Darkness Shall Cover the EarthThe People That Walked in DarknessIIAvant de quitter ces lieux from FAUST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Charles Gounod (1818–1893)O du, mein holder Abendstern from TANNHÄUSER . . . . Richard Wagner (1813–1883)IIISelections from LIEDERKREIS, Op. 24 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Robert Schumann (1810–1856)2. Es treibt mich hin8. Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagen9. Mit Myrten und RosenIVNun will die Sonn' so hell aufgeh'n from KINDERTOTENLIEDER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gustav Mahler (1860–1911)Assisted by Wright Harvey, oboeVSelections from CINQ MÉLODIES “DE VENISE,” Op. 58 . . Gabriel Fauré (1845–1924)1. Mandoline5. C’est l’extase2. En sourdineVISelections from SONGS OF TRAVEL . . . . . . . . . Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872–1958)1. The Vagabond2. Let Beauty Awake 3. The Roadside Fire7. Whither Must I Wander9. I Have Trod the Upward and the Downward SlopeVIISince by Man Came Death from MESSIAH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George Frideric HandelAssisted by Wright Harvey, oboe; Lydia Sarver and Caroline Beckman, violins; Ian Steptoe, viola; Austin Doub, cello; Tyler Dellaperute, harpsichord; Elizabeth McAlester and Megan Stuart, sopranos; Kaitlin Kohler and Lauren Fox, altos; Antonio Muñoz and Andrew Standley, tenors;Abraham Portman and Joshua Gore, bass; Joseph Marshall, conductorJoseph is a student of Mark Spencer.This recital is presented in partial fulfillment of the Bachelor of Music Education degree.No flash photography, please.  Please turn off all cell phones.TranslationsAvant de quitter ces lieuxBefore I leave this town,My forefathers' native place,To you, Lord and King of Heaven,Do I entrust my sister.I beg you to defend herFrom every peril,My beloved sister.Freed from this harrowing thought,I shall seek glory in the enemy's ranks,The first, the bravest, in the thick of the fray,I shall go and fight for my country.And if God should call me to his side,I shall faithfully watch over you,O Marguerite.Before I leave this town,My forefathers' native place,To you, Lord and King of Heaven,Do I entrust my sister.O King of Heaven, hear my prayerAnd defend Marguerite,O King of Heaven.O du, mein holder AbendsternOh thou, my gracious evening star, howgladly have I always greeted thee; from aheart that she never betrayedsalute her as she passes by thee,as she soars from this earthly vale,to become a blessed angel yonder.Es treibt mich hin I'm driven here, I'm driven there! In only a few more hours I will see her, she herself, the fairest of fair young women; you true heart, how heavily you pound! But the hours are lazy people! They drag themselves comfortably andsluggishly,creeping with yawns along their paths; -rouse yourself, you lazy fool!A charging hurry seizes and drives me!But the Hours have never been in love;sworn secretly to cruel conspiracy,they mock treacherously the lover's haste.Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagenAt first I almost despaired,and I thought I would never be able to bear it;yet even so, I have borne itbut do not ask me how.Mit Myrten und RosenWith myrtle and roses, lovely and pretty,with fragrant cypresses and gold tinsel,I would decorate this book like a coffinand bury my songs inside it.O if only I could bury my love there as well!On the grave of Love grows the blossom of peace;it blooms and then is plucked,yet it will bloom for me only when I am myself in the grave. Here now are the songs which, once so wild,like a stream of lava that flowed from Etna,burst from the depths of my heart,and spray glittering sparks everywhere!Now they lie mute and death-like,now they stare coldly, pale as mist,but the old glow will revive them afresh,when the spirit of lovesomeday floats above them.  And in my heart the thought grows loud:the spirit of love will someday thaw themsomeday this book will arrive in your hands,you, my sweet love in a distant land.Then shall the songs' magic spell be broken,and the white letters shall gaze at you;they'll gaze beseechingly into your lovely eyes,and whisper with sadness and a breath of love.Nun will die Sonn' so hell aufgeh'nNow would the sun so brightly shineAs if misfortune had not occurred.That mishap has struck just me aloneBut sunlight still shines upon us all.Do not let the night be locked within youIt must be sunk in light eternal;The lamplight has gone from my domain;Praised be the bright and joyful world.Continued on the backISelections from MESSIAH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George Frideric Handel (1685–1759)For Behold, Darkness Shall Cover the EarthThe People That Walked in DarknessIIAvant de quitter ces lieux from FAUST . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Charles Gounod (1818–1893)O du, mein holder Abendstern from TANNHÄUSER . . . . Richard Wagner (1813–1883)IIISelections from LIEDERKREIS, Op. 24 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Robert Schumann (1810–1856)2. Es treibt mich hin8. Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagen9. Mit Myrten und RosenIVNun will die Sonn' so hell aufgeh'n from KINDERTOTENLIEDER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gustav Mahler (1860–1911)Assisted by Wright Harvey, oboeVSelections from CINQ MÉLODIES “DE VENISE,” Op. 58 . . Gabriel Fauré (1845–1924)1. Mandoline5. C’est l’extase2. En sourdineVISelections from SONGS OF TRAVEL . . . . . . . . . Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872–1958)1. The Vagabond2. Let Beauty Awake 3. The Roadside Fire7. Whither Must I Wander9. I Have Trod the Upward and the Downward SlopeVIISince by Man Came Death from MESSIAH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George Frideric HandelAssisted by Wright Harvey, oboe; Lydia Sarver and Caroline Beckman, violins; Ian Steptoe, viola; Austin Doub, cello; Tyler Dellaperute, harpsichord; Elizabeth McAlester and Megan Stuart, sopranos; Kaitlin Kohler and Lauren Fox, altos; Antonio Muñoz and Andrew Standley, tenors;Abraham Portman and Joshua Gore, bass; Joseph Marshall, conductorJoseph is a student of Mark Spencer.This recital is presented in partial fulfillment of the Bachelor of Music Education degree.No flash photography, please.  Please turn off all cell phones.TranslationsAvant de quitter ces lieuxBefore I leave this town,My forefathers' native place,To you, Lord and King of Heaven,Do I entrust my sister.I beg you to defend herFrom every peril,My beloved sister.Freed from this harrowing thought,I shall seek glory in the enemy's ranks,The first, the bravest, in the thick of the fray,I shall go and fight for my country.And if God should call me to his side,I shall faithfully watch over you,O Marguerite.Before I leave this town,My forefathers' native place,To you, Lord and King of Heaven,Do I entrust my sister.O King of Heaven, hear my prayerAnd defend Marguerite,O King of Heaven.O du, mein holder AbendsternOh thou, my gracious evening star, howgladly have I always greeted thee; from aheart that she never betrayedsalute her as she passes by thee,as she soars from this earthly vale,to become a blessed angel yonder.Es treibt mich hin I'm driven here, I'm driven there! In only a few more hours I will see her, she herself, the fairest of fair young women; you true heart, how heavily you pound! But the hours are lazy people! They drag themselves comfortably andsluggishly,creeping with yawns along their paths; -rouse yourself, you lazy fool!A charging hurry seizes and drives me!But the Hours have never been in love;sworn secretly to cruel conspiracy,they mock treacherously the lover's haste.Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagenAt first I almost despaired,and I thought I would never be able to bear it;yet even so, I have borne itbut do not ask me how.Mit Myrten und RosenWith myrtle and roses, lovely and pretty,with fragrant cypresses and gold tinsel,I would decorate this book like a coffinand bury my songs inside it.O if only I could bury my love there as well!On the grave of Love grows the blossom of peace;it blooms and then is plucked,yet it will bloom for me only when I am myself in the grave. Here now are the songs which, once so wild,like a stream of lava that flowed from Etna,burst from the depths of my heart,and spray glittering sparks everywhere!Now they lie mute and death-like,now they stare coldly, pale as mist,but the old glow will revive them afresh,when the spirit of lovesomeday floats above them.  And in my heart the thought grows loud:the spirit of love will someday thaw themsomeday this book will arrive in your hands,you, my sweet love in a distant land.Then shall the songs' magic spell be broken,and the white letters shall gaze at you;they'll gaze beseechingly into your lovely eyes,and whisper with sadness and a breath of love.Nun will die Sonn' so hell aufgeh'nNow would the sun so brightly shineAs if misfortune had not occurred.That mishap has struck just me aloneBut sunlight still shines upon us all.Do not let the night be locked within youIt must be sunk in light eternal;The lamplight has gone from my domain;Praised be the bright and joyful world.Continued on the backMandolineThe gallant serenadersAnd their fair listenersExchange sweet nothingsBeneath singing boughs.Tirsis is there, Aminte is there,And tedious Clitandre too,And Damis who for many a cruel maidWrites many a tender song.Their short silken doublets,Their long trailing gowns,Their elegance, their joy,And their soft blue shadowsWhirl madly in the raptureOf a grey and roseate moon,And the mandolin jangles onIn the shivering breeze.C’est l’extaseIt is languorous rapture,It is amorous fatigue,It is all the tremors of the forestIn the breezes’ embrace,It is, around the grey branches,The choir of tiny voices.O the delicate, fresh murmuring!The warbling and whispering,It is like the soft cryThe ruffled grass gives out …You might take it for the muffled soundOf pebbles in the swirling stream.This soul which grievesIn this subdued lament,It is ours, is it not?Mine, and yours too,Breathing out our humble hymnOn this warm evening, soft and low?En sourdineCalm in the twilightCast by loft boughs,Let us steep our loveIn this deep quiet.Let us mingle our souls, our heartsAnd our enraptured sensesWith the hazy languorOf arbutus and pine.Half-close your eyes,Fold your arms across your breast,And from your heart now lulled to restBanish forever all intent.Let us both succumbTo the gentle and lulling breezeThat comes to ruffle at your feetThe waves of russet grass.And when, solemnly, eveningFalls from the black oaks,That voice of our despair,The nightingale shall sing.All translations from The LiederNet Archive https://www.lieder.net/lieder/ 

Joseph Marshall, Baritone, Senior Voice Recital

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