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Arts

School of Music

Melodies

Presented by the Thursday French Class

Thursday December 2, 2004 Recital Hall
School of Music Arizona State University
5:00 pm
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Program

Villanelle
Hector Berlioz (1803-1869)
Text: Theophile gautier
When the new season will come,
When the frosts will have vanished,
To gather lilies-of-the-valley in the woods.
Under our feet, picking the pearls
Which one sees trembling in the morn;
We shall go to hear the blackbirds,
We shall go to hear the blackbirds whistling;
Spring has come, my lovely one;
This is the blessed month for lovers;
And the bird smoothing its wings
Says a poem on the rim of its nest.
Oh, come then to this mossy bank
To talk of our glorious love,
And tell me with your voice so sweet,
Forever!
Far, far away, straying from our path
Let us put to flight the hidden rabbit
And the buck, in the mirror of the springs
Admiring its bent antlers;
Then homeward, so happy, so at ease,
Entwining our fingers to make a basket,
Let us return, carrying wild strawberries.
Michele Paise, soprano
Megan Reilly, piano
Lydia
Gabriel Faure (1845-1924)
Text: Leconte de Lisle
Lydia, on your pink cheeks
And on your neck, cool and so white,
Falls glittering the fluid gold that you loosen;
The day that shines is the best,
Let us forget the eternal tomb;
Let your kisses, your dove-like kisses,
Sing on your blossoming lips.
A hidden lily emits unceasingly
A heavenly fragrance in your breast;
Pleasures in swarms exhale from you,

young goddess.
I love you and die, oh my love,
My soul is carried off in kisses!
Oh Lydia give back my life,
That I may forever die!
Kenny Miller, tenor

Naoko Ochi, piano

Que l'heure est donc breve Jules Massenet (1842-1912)
Text: Armand Silvestre
How Brief is the Hour
The hour swift is flying
Of Love's brief delight!
'Tis gone from our sight,
And dreamlike, 'tis dying;
Time steals, onward flying,
Our love-visions bright.
The hour swift is flying
Of Love's brief delight!
Beneath the wave's flow
The sands are sighing;
"Dost love me, or no?"
Is it but a dream?,
That, dreamlike is dying?
The hour swift is flying,
Of Love's brief delight!
Barbara M. Storch, mezzo soprano Solim Bae, piano
Hymne au Soleil Alexandre Georges (1850-1938)
Text: Jean Richepin
Sun that flames, sun of red gold,
Sun that burns, sun of diamond,
Sun that creates, sun of blood,
Sun, I offer you this living gold,
Sun, I give you this diamond of flesh,
Sun, I dedicate to you this blood of my blood,
Sun, place your gold on (this infant's) skin,
Sun, place your diamond in its eyes,
Sun, place your blood in its heart.
Robert Wright, baritone
Jesus David Camalich, piano
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Pysche
Emile Paladilhe (1844-1926)
Text: Pierre Corneille
I am jealous, Psyche, of all nature!
The rays of the sun kiss you too often,
Your locks permit too much the wind's caresses;
When they are fondled by it, I resent it!
Even the air you breath
With too much pleasure passes o'er you lips,
Your gown touches you to closely.
And, whenever you sigh
I do not know what makes me so terribly afraid.
Amidst you sighs, those almost hidden sighs!
Chia-I Chen, piano
Dacie Davies, soprano
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Si to le veux
Charles Koechlin (1867-1950)
Text: M. de Marsan
If you wish it, oh my love,
This evening when the end of day
Will have come,
When the stars will arise
And will set golden nails
In the blue depth of the sky,
We shall go alone, the two of us,
Into the dark night, lovingly,
Without being seen;
And tenderly I shall sing you
A song of love, which I shall fill
With all my joy.
but when you will return home,
If anyone asks you why,
Lovely fairy.
your hair is more tangled than before,
You will answer that only the wind
Has disarranged it,
If you wish, oh my love.
Sara Binette, mezzo soprano Chia-I Chen, piano
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Beau Soir
Claude Debussy (1862-1918)
Text: Paul Bourget
When in the setting sun, the rivers are red
And a warm wind floats over the field of grain
An advice to be happy seems to go to shine out from things
And rise toward the troubled heart
An advice to enjoy the charm of being alive
While one is young and the evening is beautiful,
We shall go as this wave goes
It to the sea, we to the grave
Naoko Ochi, piano
Lauren Winston, mezzo soprano
Ouvre ton coeur Georges Bizet (1838-1875)
Text: Louis Delatre
The daisy closed its crown,
The shadow closed the eyes of the day,
Beautiful, me will you hold word?
The daisy closed its crown,
Open your heart to my love,
Open your heart 0 Young angel, has my flame,
What a dream charms your sleep,
Open your heart,
I want to resume my soul.
Open your heart 0 Young angel, has my flame,
As a flower opens to the sun!
Katherine Kirby, soprano
Naoko Ochi, piano
Clair de Lune
Joseph Szulc (1875-1956)
Text: Paul Verlaine
Your soul is a chosen landscape
Where charming masks and bergamasks are promenading
Playing a lute and dancing, and almost
Sad under their fantastic disguise,
While singing in the minor mode
Of conquering love and a pleasant life
They do not seem to believe in their happiness,
And their song mingles with the moonlight
The quiet moonlight, sad and lovely,

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Which sets the birds in the trees a dreaming,
And makes the fountains sob with ecstasy,
The tall slim fountains, among the marble rocks.
Cameron Becker, tenor
Megan Reilly, piano
Les filles de Cadix
Leo Delibes (1836-1891)
Text: Alfred de Musset
We have just seen the bullfight,
Three young fellow, three girls;
It was lovely on the lawn,
And we danced a bolero
To the sound of castanets.
Tell me, neighbor,
Do I look well,
And is my skirt
Becoming this morning?
Do you find I have a dainty figure?
The girls of Cadix like that very much!
And we danced a bolero
One Sunday night,
There came toward us a hidalgo
Attired in gold, the feather on his hat,
And his hand on his hip;
If you want me,
Brunette with the charming smile,
You need only to say so,
This gold is yours.
Be on your way, handsome sir...
The girls of Cadiz don't listen to things!
Solim Bae, piano
Jee Hyun Kim, soprano

III
Reynaldo Hahn (1875-1947)
L'heure exquise
Text: Paul Verlaine
The white moon shines in the forest,
From every branch comes forth a voice,
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Under the foliage,
Oh beloved!
The pond reflects, a deep mirror,
The silhouette of the dark willow,
Where the wind is weeping.
Let us dream, this is the hour!
A vast and tender calm
Seems to descend from the firmament,
Which the orb clads in rainbow colors;
This is the exquisite hour.
Lacy Sauter, mezzo soprano

Megan Reilly, piano

L'hiver a cesse
Gabriel Faure
Text: Paul Verlaine
Winter has ended, the light is warm
And the dances, from the earth to the firmament clear,
It is necessary that the heart the very saddest yield
To the immense joy scattered in the air.
I have had for a year the spring in my soul,
And the green return of the sweet time of the flowers,
Just as a flame surrounds a flame,
So the ideal is placed on my ideal.
The sky blue prolongs, heightens and crowns
The immutable azure where laughs my love.
The season is beautiful and my share is good
And all my hopes have finally their turn.
Let summer come! Let come again
the Autumn and the Winter! And each season
to me will be delightful, o thou, who is adorned by
this fantasy and this reason!
Max Miller, tenor
Chia-I Chen, piano
J'ai pleura en rave Georges Hue (1858-1948)
Text: Heinrich Heine
I wept in my dream
I dreamt you were dead
I awoke and the tears
Were flowing down my cheeks
I wept in my dream

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I dreamt that you left me
I awoke and I wept
Bitterly for a long time
I wept in my dream
I dreamt that you loved me still
I awoke, and the torrent of my tears
Flows endlessly, endlessly
Jennifer Jones, soprano Jesus David Camilach, piano
Villanelle des petits canards
Emmanuel Chabrier (1841-1894)
Text: Rosemonde Gerard
They go, the little ducks,
all along the riverbank like good country-folk.
Paddling and frisking about, happy to trouble the clear water.
They go, the little ducks, They seem a little silly,
But they go about their business like good country-folk.
In the water full of tadpoles
Where light grass flutters
They go, the little ducks marching in separate groups
With regular steps like good country-folk.
In the pretty spinach green of the moist cress-plot,
They go, the little ducks, and though a little jeering
They are really kindhearted,like good country folk.
Making, in talkative circles, a veritable bedlam of noise,
They go, the little ducks,
Plump, glossy and lively;
They are pleasant in their own way,
Like good country folk.
Amorous and nasal voiced, each one with his lady friend,
They go, they go, they go, the little ducks,
Like good country-folk.
Solim Bae, piano
Sean Campbell, baritone

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Singers and Pianists
Solim Bae
Cameron Becker
Sara Binette
Jesus David Camelich
Sean Campbell
Chia-1 Chen
Daci Davies
Jennifer Jones
Jee Hyun Kim
Katherine Kirby
Max Miller
Kenny Miller
Naoko Ochi
Michele Paise
Megan Reilly
Lacy Sauter
Barbara M. Storch
Lauren Winston
Robert Wright

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