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UMS Concert Program, April 9, 1907: Song Recital -- Emilio De Gogorza

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9
Month
April
Year
1907
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Season: 1906-1907
Concert: FIFTH
Complete Series: CLV
University Hall

UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY
F. W. KELSEY, President A. A. STANLEY, Director
CHORAL UNION SERIES 1906-1907
EIGHTEENTH SEASON FIFTH CONCERT
No. CLV COMPLETE SERIES
Song Recital
UNIVERSITY HALL, TUESDAY EVENING, APRIL 9, J907
AT EIGHT O'CLOCK
EMILIO DE GOGORZA, Baritone
MISS MINNIE M. DAVIS, Accompanist
PROGRAM
CARO MIO BEN,.......
ADIEU, CHERE LOUISE......
THE PRETTY CREATURE, .....
THE VIKING'S DAUGHTER, ....
DRINK TO ME ONLY,......
MOTHER O' MINE,......
THE LARK NOW LEAVES ITS WAT'RY NEST,
PROLOGUE FROM "Pagliacci" ....
LENZ..........
ES BLINKT DER THAU, ..'... CAECILIE.........
ARIOSO "ROI DE LAHORE," .... LE MARRIAGE DES ROSES, .... LE PLONGEUR,.......
LA PARTIDA,
CANTO DEL PRESIDIARIO,
EL CELOSO,
The Piano used is a Steinway
Giordiani
monsigny
Storace
Goring Thomas
Old English
. Tours
. Parker
Leoncavallo
Hildach
. Rubinstein Strauss
Massenet . Franck . Widor
Alvarbs
THE NEXT CONCERT IN THE CHORAL UNION SERIES WIIJ, BE THE
First May Festival Concert MAY V, 1907
TEXT OF PROGRAM
Caro Mio Ben (1737) ....... Giordiani
Dearest believe, whene'er we part; Lonely I grieve in my sad heart, Thy faithful slave languishing sighs; Haste then and save him ere he dies.
Adieu, Chere Louise, . Monsigny
Farewell, dearest Louisa dear, farewell! My life was yours alone, it is lost, be
contented!
My last desire I tell. Oh, you poor thing! How your heart
is tormented. Why can one never die of love, sorrow,
and woe
I would be at your feet Some day, should heaven deign. Now my tears will begin to flow! My friends make an end of my pain, Let me die like a man, and let us leave
this hell. Farewell, dearest Louisa, Louisa dear,
Farewell!
The Pretty Creature, . Storace
Oh! the pretty, pretty creature! When I next do meet her, No more like a clown Will I face her frown. But gallantly will I treat her. Oh! the pretty, pretty creature.
But then her wicked, charming eyes, When she looks up, show kind surprise; I, like an awkward, foolish clown, When she looks up must needs look
down; Oh! the pretty, pretty creature ! etc.
Despair gives courage oft to men, And if she smiles, why then, why then, Oh! the pretty, pretty creature! etc.
The Viking's Daughter, ...... Goring Thomas
It was a Viking's daughter,
As fair, as fair could be, Sat wond'ring at the water
Beside the summer sea. But as she fell to sleeping
The white waves crept around, And bore her in their keeping
Beneath the surging sound. In vain her lover sought her
Along the weary shore; There lies the Viking's daughter
Asleep for ever more.
Drink to Me Only, ....... Old English
Drink to me only with thine eyes and I
will pledge with mine, Or leave a kiss within the cup and I'll
not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul cloth rise
doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Love's nectar sip I
would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath not so
much hon'ring thee, As giving it a hope that it could not
withered be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe
and sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear
not of itself, but thee.
Mother O' Mine, (Rudyard Kipliug) ..... Tours
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother O' Mine,
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother O' Mine. If I were drown'd in the deepest sea,
Mother O' Mine,
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother O' Mine. If I were darnn'd of body and soul,
Mother O' Mine,
I know whose pray'rs would make me whole, . Mother O' Mine.
The Lark Now Leaves its Wat'ry Nest, .... Paiker
ihe lark now leaves his vvat'ry nest,
And climbing shakes his dewy wings. He takes your window for the east,
And to implore your light he sings: Awake! awake! the moon will never
rise
Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
The merchant bows unto the seaman's
star; The ploughman from the sun his
season takes. But still the lover wonders what they
are Who look for day before his mistress
wakes. Awake! awake! break through your veil
of lawn; Then draw your curtains and begin the
dawn.
Prologue from " Pagliacci," ...... Leoncavallo
A word allow me! sweet ladies and
gentlemen, I pray you hear, why alone I appear
I am the Prologue! Our author loves the custom of a prologue to his story And as he would revive for you the
ancient glory
He send me to speak before ye! But not to prate, as once of old, That the tears of the actor are false,
unreal! That his sighs and cries, and the pain
that is told,
He has no heart to feel! No! no! our author tonight a chapter
will borrow from life With its laughter and sorrow! Is not the actor a man with a heart like
you So 'tis for men that our author has
written,
And the story he tells is true! A song of tender mem'ries,
Deep in his list'ning heart one day was
ringing; And then with a trembling hand he
wrote it, And lie marked--the time--with sighs
and tears.
Come then, Here on the stage you shall behold us
in human fashion, And see the sad fruits of love and
passion,
Hearts that weep and languish, Cries of rage and anguish, and bitter
laughter!
Ah think then, sweet people, Clad in our motley tinsel, Ours are human hearts, beating with
passion, For we are but men like you,
For gladness or sorrow. "Tis the same broad heaven above us, The same wide lonely world before us! Will ye hear then, the story How it unfolds itself surely and certain Come then! ring up the curtain.
Lenz, .......... Hildach
The finch is winging, the spring is here, No sign with her bringing how she drew
near.
Came, softly going through the night And lo! all is glowing in splendor
bright; Glad fountains are welling mid waving
dew,
The green buds swelling, The heaven is blue; Swing bells, merry ringing, far and
near,
All joyously singing: Fair Spring is here.
Bs Blinkt der Thau,
Rubinstein
Each leaf doth sparkle with dew drops
of night, The moon passes o'er us in silv'ry light;
The nightingales sing in the cover. A magical gleam floateth o'er the field, Her full perfume sweet Spring doth now
yield, While we two are blest in each other.
O Spring how art them so ever fair In the tumult of joy without a care, O, the first, first kiss 'neath the pale
moon's beam, On my arm, my own trembling maid
ever.
And full belief in the treacherous dream, That it might remain thus forever.
Caecilie, . ......¦ Strauss
If you but knew, sweet, what 'tis to dream of fond burning kisses, of wand'ring and resting with the belov'd one; gazing fondly, caressing and whispering, could I but tell you your heart would assent.
If you but knew, sweet, the anguish of waking through nights long and lonely and rocked by the storm when none is near to see thee and comfort the strifeweary spirit, could I but tell you, you'd come, sweet, to me.
If you but knew, sweet, what loving is in the creative breast of God, Lord and Maker, to hover, upborne on dovelike pinions to regions of light. If you but knew it, could I but tell you, you'd dwell, sweet, with me.
¦O Promise of a Joy Divine," (Arioso from "Roi de Lahore") . Massenet
The troops of the Sultan who gladly
would have risen From us, fair Lahore, by our own might
have from the field been driven. As if by hand unseen they had been
driven out, Their swift flight from the desert
resembleth a rout.
From care my people free Loudly sound forth my praises; This calm my heart upraises, I yet may happy be.
O promise of a joy divine, Sita, thou dream of all my life O beauty torn from me by strife At last, at last thou shalt be mine!
O Sita! O fair one charm my loving
heart,
And ne'er again from me depart! And ne'er again from me depart!
Come Sita! thy love for me rewarding,
A crown to thee I am according,
O Sita! I wait for thee!
O Sita! I wait for thee!
Sita! Sita! my queen thou shalt be.
Ah! Sita, O come delight this heart. To thee the world its glory offers, To thee a King! his crown now proffers, Come Sita, O come, ah! be mine. Come Sita ! be mine!
Le Marriage Des Roses, . . . . ' . . . Franck
Beloved, know'st thou Love sweet,
The marriage of roses A union full and complete!
Tender speech discloses. Loving thought as softly bright
Each fair eyelid encloses! Beloved, know'st thou, how sweet
The marriage of the roses This they say: O let us love,
So soon life is ending! Then with fonder kiss of love
Our souls shall be blending! While in prayer to Heaven above
With hope man is bending: Sisters, let us only love!
So soon life is ending!
My love, oh hearken to me,
Such love must we cherish. Lo! Spring-time cometh to thee,
And the swallows, seeing How love reigns alone and free
In their faithful dwelling. Oh. my queen follow thy king,
Such love must we cherish. What is life where love is not,
On earth what remaineth. ' Dull and narrow is our lot,
Night's mystery reigneth. Only love in one bright spot
Her beacon retaineth. What is life where love is not,
On earth what remaineth
The Diver, (Le Plongeur) ....... Widor
From the depths of brooding ocean, the
diver Cried to me from surging billows
beneath: "For your Mary this rare pearl I will
give you." Many thanks, but I've thirty-two, her
teeth! Yester night the stars were sailing in
starlight, And a gipsy king said pointing to the
skies: "Give her me and choose two stars from
the heavens." I said: "I now have the brightest: her
eyes!" She can charm the stones, the grass, all
nature, Said the guardian of the heavens
above, "Take the paradise!" I said to Saint
Peter,
"I've a paradise of my own: her love." "You do well, such skies are not to be
envied," With a smile the devil said, "You do
well,"
Rather live below ! Alas ! "I have found Since jealousy stings, my life is a hell."
La Partida . . Alvarez
Sierras of Granada,
Mountains of Aragon,
Fields of my country
Good-bye forever!
To exile and constant absence
I am condemned by the tyrant love,
These eyes, avenues of thy soul,
Messengers, alas, of a treacherous heart.
Oh! when to thy shores I shall return
adored fatherland, The waters of forgetfulness will have
healed my wounds, And if it does not happen thus, my only
hope is in death.
Canto del Presidiario . Alvarez
Ay! del Ay ! que al alma llega; Por matar a una mujer Me cogio la ultima pena. Me cambia el Rey la condena,
Y comienza el padecer Amarrado & la cadena.
Ay! del Ay! que al alma llega. Camposanto de Jerez, Si ella en ti resucitara
Y a mi me soltase el juez, La mataria otra vez Antes de verle la cara.
Ay! del Ay! que negra el alma Del que mata a una mujer.
El Celoso,
Alvarez
I have in my heart a little insect, and I
have it incessantly.
A little insect who_ wants to devour me. The sorrow that is filling me, you can
know It is that little insect, jealousy, caused
by my loving you. Tell me, little one, tell me, I beg, How can I cure this pain For when I do not see thee it hurts still
more. And, dear one, I do not know, what
I feel.
Alone 1 pass the hours, alone with my
sorrow,
Thinking if thy love will be treacherous, And the pain of jealousy hidden in my
heart Doubles my sorrow and tells me it is
for thee. Tell me, dear one, etc.
"Largo al Factotum," (Barber of Seville)
Jossini
I'm the factotum of the town! Make way! la la la la la la la la la la! Quick now to business, morning has
shown, this day! La la la la la la la la la! Ah, 'tis a charming life, brimful of
pleasure,
That of a barber, used to high life! No one can vie with the brilliant Figaro,
no one!
La la la la la la la la la! Always in luck where good fortune is
rife, well done! La la la la la la la la la! Early and late for all who require me, Nothing can tire me, ready for all. Of all the professions that can be mentioned,
That of a barber is best of them all! La la la la la la la la la! Scissors in hand, 'mongst my combs
and razors,
I stand at the door when customers call; Then there are cases quite diplomatic, Here damsel sighing, there swain
ecstatic, Le ran la la la la la la la!
I am in such request
Nor night nor day I've rest,
Old men and maidens, matrons and
gallants.
"Have you my wig there" "Quick here and shave me!" "I've got a headache!" "Run with this letter!" I am in such request Nor night nor day I've rest. "Have you my wig there" etc. Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro. No more! No more! This clamor I'll
bear No longer! For pity's sake speak one at
a time! Figaro! I'm here; Figaro, there; Figaro,
high; Figaro, low; Figaro, come; Figaro, go! I'm indispensible, irresponsible, I'm the factotum of all the town. Ah, bravo, Figaro, bravissimo, ah bravo, Thou art a favorite of fortune, Art a barber of wide renown; I'm the factotum of all the town.
ARTISTS AND ORGANIZATIONS
Mrs. Corinne Rider-Kelsey . . . Soprano MmE. Ernestine Schumann-Heink . Contralto
Miss Janet Spencer.....Contralto
Mr. Edward Johnson.....Tenor
Mr. Theodore Van Yorx.....Tenor
Sig. GiusErPE Campanari .... Baritone Mr. William Howland .... Baritone Mr. Herbert Witherstoon .... Bass
Mr. Albert Lockwood.....Pianist
Mr. Leopold Kramer.....Violinist
THE THEODORE THOMAS ORCHESTRA THE CHORAL UNION
MR. FREDERICK A. STOCK, MR. ALBERT A. STANLEY, Conductors
PROGRAM OF CONCERTS
FIRST CONCERT
Wednesday Evening, nay 8, 8:00 o'clock
SOLOISTS
Mr. Herbert Witherspoon, Bass. Mr. Leopold Kramer, Violin.
SECOND CONCERT Thursday Evening-, Hay 9, 8:00 o'clock
The "Messiah" .... Handel An Oratorio hi Three Parts.
Overture, "Tannhauser"
a. Madrigal ....
b. "Air du Tambour-major" "An Afternoon of a Faun" Concerto No. 2, D Minor, Op. 44
Adagio ma non troppo; Recit.-Finale
Scenes de Ballet, Op. 52
Wagner
. Floridia
Thomas
Claude Debussey Bruch
. Glazounow
"Wotan's Farewell," and "Magic Fire" . Wagner
soloists
Mrs. Corinne Rider-Kelsey Miss Janet Spencer Mr. Edward Johnson . Mr. William Howland .
The Choral Union.
THIRD CONCERT
Friday Afternoon, flay 10, 2:30 o'clock
SOLOISTS
Miss Janet Spencer, Contralto.
Mr. Albert Lockwood, Pianist.
Overture, "Genoveva" .... Schumann
"Sea Pictures" ......Blgar
Concerto, for Pianoforte, No. 4, D Minor,
Op. 70.......Rubinstein
Moderato; Moderato assat; Allegro
Symphony, No. 7, A Major, Op. 92 . Beethoven
Poco sostenuto-vivace: Allegretto:Presto: Allegro con brio
FOURTH CONCERT
Friday Evening, flay 10, 8:00 o'clock
SOLOISTS
Mrs. Corinne Rider-Kelsey, Soprano. Miss Janet Spencer, Contralto. Mr. Edward Johnson, Tenor. Mr. Herbert Witherspoon, Bass.
Overture, "In the South'' .... Aria from "La Boheme" "Ball Scene," from "Romeo and Juliet" Aria, "II est doux, il est bon" Symphonic Poem, "On the Moldau"' Aria, "Voi che sapete" (Figaro) . "On the Shores of Sorrento" Quartette, "Rigoletto" .... Kaiserrnarsch......
FIFTH CONCERT Saturday Evening, nay tl, 7:30
"Samson and Delilah' An Opera in Three
Acts
Delilah . Samson High Priest
Old Hebrew The Messenger
.......Saint-Sains
CAST
.. Mme. Schumann-Heink
......Mr. Van Yorx
.....SiG. Campanari
Mr. WitherSPOON
.....Mr. KiiaEEN
The Choral Union.
SCHEDULE OF PRICES
Tickets for May Festival (5 concerts) . . $3.00
Single Tickets.......1.00
For Saturday Evening.....1.50
Seats for the Single Concerts are not reserved until the day of the Concert.
Reserved Seats for May Festival Series,
......$2.00 and $1.00 extra
Reserved Seats for Single Concerts for
May Festival Series, . . 50 and 25 cents
RAILROAD RATE S.-One Fare plus 25 cents for Round Trip from all points In Southern Peninsula, good from the evening; of May 7th (for such trains as reach Ann Arbor in the morning of the 8th) to flay 13th, inclusive.
There are at present a limited number of desirable reserved seats unsold, which will be disposed of to purchasers in the order of application, There will be standing room for several hundred at each concert. Parties desiring to order tickets or reserved seats by mail, will please address (including P. O. Order),
CHARLES A. SINK, A. B., Secretary,
University School of Music,
Ann Arbor, Michigan For further information please address ths Secretary.

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