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Kanawha United Presbyterian Church 1009 Virginia Street, East, Charleston, WV presents in recital, Emily Hopkins, soprano Ron Neal, piano Saturday, January 28, 2012, 7pm Three arias by G. F. Handel; from Aggrippina, Bel Piacere To enjoy a devoted love brings contentment to the heart. If there is no faithful heart, there is no beauty, no wisdom, and no fascination. from Giulio Cesare, V’adoro, pupille I adore you, o eyes, The darts of love, Your sparks sweetly pierce my breast. My mournful heart beseeches your pity, Since it ceaselessly calls you its dearly beloved. from Serse, Và godendo Joyously and graciously ripples that free-flowing brooklet. And with clear waves it runs through the grass gaily towards the sea.
Two songs by Gabriel Fauré ; Chanson d’Amour, Opus 27, No. 1 I love your eyes, I love your face, O my rebellious, o my fierce one, I love your eyes, I love your lips where my kisses will exhaust themselves. I love your voice, I love the strange gracefulness of everything that you say, O my rebellious one, o my dear angel, my inferno and my paradise! I love your eyes, I love your face, I love everything that makes you beautiful, From your feet to your hair, O you, to whom ascend all my desires! Rê ve d’Amour If there is a lovely lawn watered by the sky, where in every season is born Some blossoming flower, where one gathers freely lily, woodbine and jasmine, There I want to make a path for your feet to tread. If there is a loving breast wherein honor dwells, where a tender devotion Never is morose, if this noble breast always beats for a worthy aim, I will make of it the pillow where your head can rest. If there is a dream of love with the scent of roses, where one finds every day Something that is sweet, a dream blessed by the Lord, Where two souls unite, Oh I will make of it the nest where your heart will rest.
Les Filles de Cadix, by Lé o Delibes Three lads, three maids we all did go to see the sportive fighting, The sky was clear, fresh winds did blow, we danced the joyous bolero, Its strains our hearts delighting. Neighbor, prithee say, if these colors gay my eyes brighter render? How look I today? Come! Think you that my waist is slender? Ah! To words like these the Cadiz maids most partial are, Ah! While we did dance a bolero, one Sunday evening gaily, there came to us a hidalgo. A feather from his hat did flow, ‘Twas thus he strutted daily: If thou wilt be mine, dark eyes smiling sweetly, I’ll behave discreetly. Speak! This gold is thine! Begone most noble lord, and fleetly, Ah! Such word to Cadiz maids distasteful always are! Du meine Seele, by Robert Schumann You are my soul and e'en my heart, My delight and yet my pain, You are the world n which I live, The heaven in which I soar, The tomb in which eternally My grief I laid to rest. Repose you are, and peace Granted unto me by Heaven. Your love for me ennobles me, Your glance has me transfigured; In love you raise me up on high, My moving spirit, my better self. Die Nacht, by Richard Strauss Out of the woods treads the night, out of the trees she gently steals, She looks around in a wide circle, now be careful. All the lights of this world, all flowers, all colors, She erases and she steals the sheaves away from the field. She takes everything, whatsoever is lovely, Takes the silver away from the river, Takes from the copper roof of the cathedrals, away the gold. The shrub stands plundered; come closer, soul to soul, Oh the night, I’m afraid, she steals you from me, too. Wie Melodien zieht es mir, by Johannes Brahms Like melodies it pervades my senses softly. Like spring flowers it blooms and drifts along like fragrance. But when a word comes and grasps it and brings it before the eye, Like gray mist it fades and vanishes like a breath. And yet there remains in the rhyme a certain hidden fragrance, Which gently, from the dormant bud, a tearful eye evokes.
Two arias by W. A. Mozart; from Così fan Tutte, In uomini, in soldati In men? In soldiers you hope for fidelity? For Pete’s sake, don’t let anyone hear you! They’re all made of the same dough. Windblown branches, changeable breezes have more stability than men! False tears, suspicious glances, deceiving voices, lying vices are the foremost of their qualities! They only love us when it suits their delight, then they disparage us and deny us affection, It’s useless to ask their pity! Let’s pay them back in their own coin, This accursed, indiscreet race. Let’s love for our convenience and vanity! from Der Schauspieldirektor, Bester Jungling Good young man, with enchantment I accept your love, For in your pleasing glances I can discover my happiness. But, ah, if sad suffering should ensue from our love, Is that worth the joys of love? Young man, consider that carefully! Nothing is as worthy and precious to me as your heart and your hand. Full of the purest ardor of love I give you my heart in pledge.
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