Concert program for a performance by Donald Chamberlin, bass. Wencil Prochazka was the accompanist. The performance included works by Haendel, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms, Barber, Bach-Busoni and Verdi.
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PORTLAND ART MUSEUM DONALD CHAMBERLIN BASS WENCIL PROCHAZKA ACCOMPANIST FEBRUARY 4, 1945 HEAR ME YE WINDS AND WAVES Haendel 0 ISIS UND OSIRIS Mozart The aged priest blesses the newly married couple: Oh Isis and Osiris, lend your gifts of wisdom to the wedded pair! You, who guide the steps of the wanderer,strengthen them with patience. Let them see the fruits of hardship. But if they should meet death, reward their virtues' firm career. .Accept them in your dwelling place. IN QUESTA TOMBA Beethoven In this dark tomb, let me rest. You should have thought of me while I lived, ungratfeul one. DANZA, FANCIULLA Durante Dance, oh maiden, to my singing and the sound of the waves. DER DOPPELGAENGER Schubert The night is still, the streets are at rest. Within this house my sweetheart lived. She left the city long ago, but the house is on the same street yet.. A man stands in anguish. I shudder to see his face. The moon shows me my own form. You second self, shadowy friend, ,why do you mock my song of love which tortured me so many times so long ago? DER TOD UND DAS MAEDCHEN Schubert Maiden: Pass on, oh pass on, you wild and bloody man! I am still young. Oh, leave and do not touch me. Death: Give me your hand, you fair and tender maid. I am your friend, ancj do not come to punish. Be of good cheer : I am not fierce. You shall sleep gently within my arms. SAPPHISCHE ODE Brahms I picked roses at night from the dark hedges. Their breath was sweeter than ever. But the swaying branches dripped dew upon me. Even the fragrance of your kisses never bewitched me as when I picked them at night from the foliage of your lips.. Yet like them even your face wgs wet with tears. DOVER BEACH Barber String Quartet: Broadus Erle Naomi Kirschner Robert Harvey Warren Downs CHACONNE IN D MINOR Bach—Busoni Wencil Prochazka BLOW THOU WINTER WIND Prochazka THE CAVE Schneider MY LOVELY CELIA Munro CATO'S ADVICE Huhn IL LACERATO SPIRITO Verdi The father curses the seducers of his daughter, then realizing what he has said, turns to the Virgin Mary to pray for forgiveness. DOVER BEACH The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again,begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea: The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; . And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight Where ignorant armies clash by night. Matthew Arnold
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February 4, 1945