Concert program for Maria Ivogun, Hungarian soprano. She sang two arias from operas by Mozart, "Gavotte" from Massenet's opera Manon, and songs by Brahms, Grieg, Werner Josten, Johann Strauss, and others. She was accompanied on the piano by Max Jaffe.
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ELWYN CONCERT BUREAU Presents MARIA IVOGUN AUDITORIUM SATURDAY EVENING, JANUARY 24th Program 1. (a) ARIA FROM SCHAUSPIELDIR Mozart My dearest heart how sweet is it to hear your loving words and see in your kind eyes my home of happiness. But, alas! gloomy suffering could follow lucky days would then our love be strong enough to brave these sad torments. Nothing is as sweet and charming as your heart my loving soul. Full of purest love a-flaming, I give to thee my heart in trust. II. (b) ARIA: BATTI, BATTI, O BEL MASETTO . Mozart From "Don Giovanni." W. A. Mozart, 1756-1791. Batti, batti, o bel Masetto, La tua povera Zerlina; Staro qui come angelina, La tue botte ad aspettar. Lasciero o straziarmi il crine, Lasciero cavarmi gli occhi, E le care tue manine Lieta poe sapro baciar. Ah, lo vedo, non hai core! Pace, pace o vita mia, In contento ed allegria Notte e di vogliam passar! —Da Ponte. Canst thou see me, unforgiven, Here in sorrow stand and languish? O, Masetto, end my anguish Come, and let's be friends again. O, believe I sore repent it But I did not understand; Come, no longer then resent it Give me, kindly, thy dear hand. Ah, confess it—-thou no longer Canst withstand me! Peace and joy once more shall bless us, Not a frown shall e'er distress us, While united and delighted All our days shall sweetly glide! —Natalie Macfaren. II. (a) DA UNTEN IM THALE (Below Yonder Valley) joh. Brahms Below yonder valley The waters run clear, And I never can tell thee, That I love thee dear. Speak'st always of truth, And speak'st always of love, But a wee bit of falsehood Lies ever above. And if I must ten times say, "Fond is my heart," And refusest to listen I then must depart. For the time I am thankful When thou hast been kind, And I wish thee that elsewhere More love thou mayst find. (b) MEINE LIEBE 1ST GRUN (My Love is Green) Joh. Brahms My love is green as the alder-bush, Like the sun so bright, is my treasure, The sun that shines down on the alder-bush, And fills it with perfume and pleasure. My soul has the wings of the nightingale. That swings in the alder in flower, And dazed with its perfume in rapture sings Her carols drunk with love's power. —Henry G. Chapman The name "STEINWAY" brings a vision of the world's greatest artists who have indorsed it. Sherman, Clay & Co. Program (c) O MUTTER DU Edvard Grieg O mother thou, I do love thee, What more can I say! You hover o'er me, you protect me Ever since my childhood days. O mother thou, I do love thee, What more can I say! (d) HOFFNUNG (Hope) Edvard Grieg To all the winds I would shout in rapture, But who would know what a hope is mine? Nay, rest unspoken, the bliss I capture; My heart alone yet must be its shrine. Ah, what a trembling and panting and blushing! My heart is beating with wondrous might; Like birds in springtime my thoughts are rushing, With joy unbounded I watch their flight, With joy unbounded 1 watch their flight. What strains of music my pulses sound me! With angels' songs they my ear regale. Remotest fancies draw close around me, And lightly lifts e'en the future's veil. Can I believe it? Ah, dare I only, What ray of hope in my soul doth shine! Upon the darkness of life so lonely, A star has broken, and it is mine, A star has broken, that star is mine. III. (a) "GAVOTTE" (from Manon) Jules Massenet An empress am I, in my way, I conquer where'er I am seen. None so great but homage must pay, Of love I'm the absolute queen. All things around me are gay; My fancy alone I obey. And when life has no joys for me to sip, I'll say farewell, good friends, with laughter on my lip. List to the voice of youth when it calleth, It bids ye to love for aye, for aye, for aye! And ere the pride of beauty falleth, Love then while you may, while you may. Profit then by the time of youth, And do not stay to count the days, Remember then this adage and be merry and gay always! Profit then by the time of youth Remember well this adage and be merry and gay always! Ah! Ah! The heart alas to love is e'er willing, and ever willing to forget, to forget, to forget, So while its pulse is thrilling love ere its day-hath set forevermore! Profit then by the time of youth, And do not stay to count the days, Remember well this adage and be merry and gay always! Profit then by the time of youth, Remember well this adage and be merry and gay always! Ah! Ah! (b) LIEBESFRUED (by request Kreisler-Seidler-Winkler IV. (a) THE RUSSIAN NIGHTINGALE Werner Josten Nightingale, nightingale, how can you sing Your joyful song through the long dark night, While I lie here on my lover's grave, And in my heart there is no light! Nightingale, nightingale, how can you sing While children are dying for want of bread. When Russia's heart has bled so long, Her rivers are flowing red. Nightingale, nightingale, why will you sing! Is it a message of hope you would bring? Yes, in man's heart there will ever be woe, But the great world would die without song, you know. —Helen Boardman Knox STEINWAY—The Instrument of the Immortals—Chosen for its grandeur on the concert stage. Sherman, Clay & Co. FOURTEENTH BIENNIAL CONVENTION NATIONAL FEDERATION OF MUSICAL CLUBS PORTLAND,OREGON,JUNE 6-13,1925 Program (b) ROBERT OF LINCOLN Werner Josten Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near the nest of his little dame, Over the mountainside or mead Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink. Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer's flow'rs, Chee, chee, chee! Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note. Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat: Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink. Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Chee, chee, chee! Summer wanes, the children are grown, Fun and frolic no more he knows, Robert of Lincoln, a humdrum crone, Off he flies, and we sing as he goes: ' Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink. When you can pipe that merry old strain, Robert of Lincoln, come back again! Chee, chee, chee! (c) THE TIME OF PARTING Henry Hadley Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet; Let it not be a death but completeness; Let love melt into memory and pain into songs Let the flight thro' the sky end in the folding of wings o'er the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flow'r of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, And say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp To light you on your way. (d) RED, RED ROSE R. L. Cottenet O my Luve's like the red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O my Luve's like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt in the sun. And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' live shall run. And fare thee well, my only luve, And fare thee well a'while; And I wull come again, my luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile. V. G'SCHICHTEN AUS DEM WIENERWALD (Tales of the Wienerwald) Joh. Strauss When Spring his merry greeting sounds, It lures us, lures us, all the day, Far through the Wienerwald to stray. The echoes far and wide are flung, They charm the hearts of old and young, And all with mirth resounds. While so fair the heavens smile, Cheering every heart the while, Love and longing—sweet dreams thronging— Wake each creature to beguile. Now what drowsy delight—in the cool shadowy light, To repose by some spring welling clear, Plashing so gently near, While love barters kiss for kiss,— Ecstasy, fullest bliss! Ah, haste not, ye moments dear! Day with pleasures overflowing, Hours with sunlight glowing, Till descending—-shadows blending—- Night sinks darkling, star-rays sparkling, While throned on high the moon drifts by. Ah, thou still, enchanted ray! So Love's glance—like shining lance— Shone once upon my way, And since, with constant burning alway; Yes, to this hour, so great thy power! —English translation by Cecil Cowdrey Mr. Max Jaffe at the Piano Management: Wolfsohn Musical Bureau, Inc. Brunswick Records Steinway Piano Used Select the STEINWAY for your home. You need never buy another piano. Sherman, Clay & Co. 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January 24, 1925
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